by Jamie Knight
“Yes, actually, it likely will be us next,” Liam said, almost aloof.
I couldn't really tell if he was kidding, but even so, I had to pull my jaw up off the floor.
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I sat at my desk, getting ready for a day of work. It was a few days since the wedding, Liam and I were still together and happy as ever — his three times a day guess actually coming true. Truth be told, we could barely keep our hands off each other. I liked and craved his body as much as he liked and craved mine. Both of us were happy to give each other a helping whenever we could.
Things were going better outside of our relationship, too. Jacob was doing a lot better, and we were actually able to have full conversations again, which was awesome. He still lived with me, Mom and Dad, claiming that they weren't able to handle him, so Liam and I went over to his place when we were feeling frisky.
That morning, the last thing I expected was for Liam to come into the office. Particularly when he had his own business to run. Maybe he had left Carl to take care of all that while he was away, which still didn't really explain why he was away in the first place.
“Hey, baby,” he said, kissing me on the cheek.
“Hey,” I said.
Ann and the others started walking over to out to see what was happening. For some reason, seeing that crowd made my heart start to beat faster. But it wasn’t nerves, not anymore. It was excitement.
“I have to ask you something,” Liam told me.
“Um, sure, I guess it's pretty important, huh?” I asked, trying to keep from grinning.
By way of an answer, he got down on one knee, the one on his good leg, in front of me. I did my best not to cry. Especially when he brought out the little black box. I had stopped wearing the three-stone ring, it was no longer needed to pretend that we were engaged.
“Hayley Kathleen Booth. You have made my life better in two weeks that it has been in the last two years. I know it took me a while for my stubborn ass to realize it, but I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he opens the black box, “will you do me the honor of being my wife.”
“You idiot,” I said, making the assembled group gasp. “I thought you would never ask! Of course, I will marry you!”
To the applause of everyone else there, Liam got up and put the ring on my finger and kissed me passionately.
“Can you leave work early?” he asked.
“Oh, go on, have fun,” Ann said, whipping tears from her eyes.
We practically ran out of the building, jumped into the hummer, and got to Liam’s apartment as soon as we could. He took me to his bedroom, using his cane to get there, and at the last minute, he swooped me up and carried me in like a new bride. It made me giggle and kiss him deeply, glad he was finally planning to make an honest woman out of me.
Laying out on his king-sized bed, Liam slowly and gently undressed me until I was completely naked. Unlike other fuck sessions, he didn't pounce right on me. He just stood there for a moment, looking at me.
I shifted and posed so he could see all of me.
Finally, my new fiancé started taking off his own clothes. His cock was already hard and ready, making me quiver with anticipation.
Pulling me into his arms, Liam kissed me tenderly, then guided me back onto the bed and put my feet up on the edge. I knew by then to scooch my ass down a bit to give him easier access. Getting on his knees in front of me, he gave me several long, loving licks along my sweet pussy from bottom to top before absolutely burying his face in me — making me scream like crazy as I shook with an explosive orgasm.
Rising once again, he lay himself across me gently, planting kisses all over my face. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him close, making sure he knew exactly how much I wanted his thick cock inside me. He was more than happy to do this for me, carefully pushing in until he was balls deep.
Giving me one more sweet, gentle kiss, Liam pounded me until I screamed. I felt my pussy clenching around him, begging his cock for his seed. Seed that I hoped would put a baby inside me.
My man grunted. He thrust into me deep, pulling my body closer to his until our abs touched. With his strong arms wrapped around me — and his dick inside me — I felt safe and complete. Liam grunted again. I felt him cum hard and deep in my pussy, and I was happier than I have ever been.
The two of us, we made each other better. We completed each other, and I knew that was the best footing to start a family. Before I met Liam, I figured that I would be alone forever, now, with so much joy in my life, I just knew that our love would grow. Nothing could be better.
THE END
Bad Intentions
A Fake Fiancé Romance
Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Chapter One
Noah
I’d always been told that the greatest fear amongst most people was public speaking —even more than death. I wasn't quite in a state of existential dread, at least not yet, but hearing that I was winning the Governor’s award for my charity work with the politically oppressed and would have to make a speech in front of hundreds of people certainly grated on my nerves. I liked things to be just right, and this night had to be perfect.
They had informed me of the award well in advance. Not only that I had been considered for this year's gala, so I could show up just in case, but that I had actually won. It was both considerate and disappointing at the same time. But at least I had a few weeks to find a date and invite most of my family — not that I really wanted them to come.
Really, an award for charity work struck me as a bit odd in general. Growing up, I was told that charity was its own reward and had my mother quoting that the left hand wasn't supposed to know what the right hand was doing. An attitude making me fairly sure that she wouldn't be all that impressed with my recognition and certainly wouldn't want to come to the awards gala.
However, she would kill me if I didn’t ask.
Deciding to put the worst call first, I picked up my phone in my office at Howell and Howell Law Firm and dialed my mother, who was one of the few people in the northern hemisphere to still have a landline. I had gotten her a cellphone for Christmas a few years ago, but according to my sister, Mom used it primarily as a paperweight to hold open her recipe books while baking. She was always quite resourceful when it came right down to it.
“Hello! This is the Wells residence. How can I help you?” Mom nearly sang when she picked up the phone. She was always so proper. I could just imagine her standing in the drawing-room of our family’s hundred-year-old mansion, clutching her designer pearls.
“Hi, Mom,” I started.
“Noah, darling! How are you? Don’t tell me that you are calling to say you have to work on Sunday again. I just won’t hear of you missing another family dinner.”
“It’s not that, mother,” I said, hedging my bets. “Listen, I have news.”
“News?”
“Yes.” I leaned on my desk and took a deep breath. “I’m getting the Governor’s award for my charity work. You know, for the legal cases I’ve been doing for free for those jailed for unfair political reasons and those denied basic human rights.”
“Such good work,” Mom chimed in sweetly. “You know what your grandfather used to say—” She hesitated a second so that I would repeat the words with her— “Because we Wells were gifted with wealth, it is our job to help those less fortunate.” She tittered, sounding like a strange little bird. “But always within reason. No need to give away the family fortune.” It was a line that she liked to repeat often and always thought it was a great hoot. I, however, wondered how anyone could spend the whole Wells’ family fortune. There was plenty of money for generations.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, making a quick mental note to get a haircut before the week was up. “Anyway, I was calling to see if you and father woul
d be interested in going to the gala. I would understand if you want to decline.”
I was hopeful that she would decline. My fantasy of the evening was so much smoother without my family there.
“Of course, we will attend, why wouldn't we?” she asked, sounding confused.
Boy, was I wrong. Damn.
“I don’t know. It’s just not that big of a deal.” I started to regret calling at all. However, Dad was friends with the governor and would find out about the award one way or another. Then there would be hell to pay.
“Not a big deal? It will be in all the newspapers, darling.”
“Of course.” I had forgotten that the Governor’s Gala was one of the biggest events on the socialite calendar. There was no way Mom was going to miss having her picture in the paper — she could rub it in the noses of all her snooty friends. “I thought, you might be too busy to go,” I said, back-pedaling like a unicyclist going down Everest and not wanting to get in a fight about the importance of the family’s reputation.
“Oh, I see, no nothing like that. We'd all love to go over here, even your sister, and I’ll invite that nice Gina you used to go out with. I always liked her.”
A shiver ran through my body, and I slumped into my desk chair. Not Gina! That would be a disaster.
Gina Wentworth was my ex — known for the past year or so, as she-who-must-not-be-named. I had tried to make it work with Gina; whose family was close friends with mine. I’m not one to give up easily — just ask my triathlon coach — but in the end, it was apparent that it was not going to work out. I just wished it hadn't taken her having a threesome with my two best friends to make that clear.
Of course, Mom didn’t know about that. Clueless about our problems, she continued to try to fix Gina and me up at every possible opportunity.
“Oh, hell,” I gasped under my breath.
“Watch your language, young man,” Mom scolded.
“What?”
“Asked innocently,” she mocked. “You said, h-e-double hockey sticks bent.”
“Sorry.”
“Apology accepted.”
Sighing, I cursed again, but this time only inside my head. This whole thing was going in a direction I didn’t like. Now, not only would I have to deal with my family, I would have Gina showing up in some sort of slinky gown that showed way too much and embarrassing me by trying to pretend to be my date and picking up on other men at the same time. What a nightmare!
Arguing with my mother was often a no-win situation, but I had to try.
“Why would you invite Gina, mom? Kicks and giggles?”
“Watch your language!” Mom admonished again.
“Which? Kicks or giggles?”
“Neither, I know what that is a stand-in for, and it is very rude!”
I was starting to bristle. “Ruder than inviting my ex to an awards gala in my honor?” I asked, a bit more pointedly than I should have.
She tutted. “Don't be silly. It is time for you to stop fooling about and get serious and settle down.”
“With Gina?”
“I admit that she isn't all that I would have wished for you—”
“Who is?” I asked, rubbing my temples as a headache started to form.
“But I really think she could be good for you.”
“Like cigarettes,” I said.
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” I muttered.
“You are thirty-nine, dear, it really is time you got married—”
“Or I'll end up a spinster?” I snapped, feeling very done with this whole conversation.
“Don't be silly, spinsters are women, darling.”
“You don't say.” I rolled my eyes, knowing that she couldn’t see.
“Gina is coming,” Mom said firmly. The conversation was done, and I had lost.
“Fine, but don't expect me to courtesy.”
I hung up before she could respond, knowing that it wouldn't go well if I gave her the chance to get another word in. Better to leave her confused. If I could just come up with a way to do the same with Gina, I would be golden.
The only problem was Gina was a lot craftier than Mom, who had experience but not nearly as much guile. Gina had managed to gaslight me for the better part of two years. I suspected, of course, but she was very convincing. If she ever decided to give up her career in investments, she could have a sterling future as a super-villain.
It was important that my ex not get the wrong idea and think I wanted her back. I would have thought my parting words to her would have made this clear, but you never know how a megalomaniac might interpret things.
I needed a plan, and I needed it fast.
Chapter Two
Noah
I didn't really have any addictions per se. Habits sure but nothing that would qualify as physical dependency — except for coffee. Not just caffeine, coffee, and the stronger the better. I could get caffeine all sorts of places that didn't tend to cause paranoia and heart murmurs, but coffee just tasted so good. I jonesed for the java, and there was really nothing to be done but surrender to the dark roasted demon, lest I be unceremoniously torn asunder by pure want. When stress hit, that was when my habit came out the strongest. After talking to my mother, I needed something dark and sweet to take the edge off. Yes, a little pick me up was necessary.
Sitting in my spacious office on the fourth floor of our red brick building, I looked at the phone still in my hand. Opening the contacts, I scrolled down until I found Jim, my boss and good friend. It really was interesting how easy technology had made it to keep in contact with people. Even in the depths of depression and worry, help was only an icon tap away.
“Hello?”
“Jim!” I exclaimed, putting on a false cheerfulness.
“Noah?”
“That's me!”
“What happened?” Jim asked gravely, hearing right through my façade.
“What do you mean?”
“You need coffee,” my friend said. “I can hear the strain in your voice.”
I smiled to myself, glad to have such a good guy right in the building with me. “Good call.”
Luckily there was a coffee shop right next door to our law offices. I don’t know if Jim planned it that way when he bought the building. He might have. He was as much of a coffee fiend as I was.
Java, the café, was where we frequently took our breaks from work. Sure, we could have had the coffee in the office, but going next door gave the illusion of getting away for a while and sometimes — often — that was needed.
“I know you, man,” Jim continued. “I also know there is something else that brought this on. Meet me at the cafe in five minutes.”
“Righto.”
Jim was already sitting at a table in Java when I arrived, good to his word that he would be there when I was. It made sense, really. Not only did he work in the law firm, but he also co-owned it with his sister and could really come and go as he pleased.
My boss was easy to spot among the other patrons, not only because he was one of the few wearing an expensive tailored suit, but also due to his jet-black hair and bright green eyes. With that combo, he just stood out. In all honesty, as far as appearances went, he and I were kind of opposites. I was blonde as compared to his dark hair. I was also a good deal taller.
“English toffee cap, right?” Jim asked as I approached his table, proffering the paper take out cup my way.
“Yeah,” I said, a bit surprised that he remembered.
“So, spill,” he said, as I slid into a chair and took the first, calming sip. Coffee makes everything better.
“My mother —”
“Oh, dear,” he said.
“That's what she said,” I smirked.
“Come again?” Jim asked, trying not to laugh.
“Mom likes to say that,” I explained, trying to keep things light. “She is coming to the gala for my Governor’s award.”
He nodded. “Well, that makes sense.”
I picked up my drink, took another sip, and nervously tapped the fingers of my right hand on the paper cup. “You haven't heard the worst of it.”
“Sorry, please, continue.”
“She is coming, as is my dad —”
“Is your sister coming?” Jim asked seriously, knowing how much my whole family stressed me out.
“Apparently.”
“I see,” Jim said, nodding again, but he didn’t have the whole of it yet.
“So, the whole crew is coming, and my mother invited Gina.”
From across the table, Jim stiffened. He raised both of his eyebrows and let his mouth fall open. “No!”
“Yes.”
“Not good,” Jim observed, with a grimace.
“Don't I know it. I tried to fight it but—”
“Resistance is futile,” Jim said and then took a long sip of his coffee.
I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair. “Exactly. So now I need to find a way to let Gina know that I'm really not interested, short of dumping a punch bowl over her head.”
“Not big on subtly, is she?” Jim asked.
“Nope.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, each taking long sips and letting the coffee work its magic on our brains. A bit of a smile started to play on my boss’s lips. I wondered what he was thinking. After a few more moments, he was grinning. “How about a fake fiancée?”
“Come again?” I asked.
Jim laughed then scooted his chair forward. “I know it sounds strange, but it can really work. You know Leo? The new guy at the office?”
“I know of him,” I said.
“He met his wife a similar way,” Jim explained.
“Really?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling full of disbelief. That really couldn’t be true. What even was a fake fiancée?
“Yeah, oddly. His wife is a good friend of mine. She needed someone to go with her to her high school reunion and hired Leo to pose as her fiancé. Apparently, he did a really good job because they ended up falling in love.”