by Scarlet West
Fake It, Baby
Scarlet West
Copyright © 2019 by Scarlet West
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
About the Author
1
Blake - Six Months Earlier
I walked across the deck, drink in my hand and my head held high. Women in bikinis were everywhere, dancing and having a good time, with men all around the room, trying to get the attention of their favorites. I’d been to plenty of these. Parties with the super rich, business investors and sometimes partners of my father, and the scene had become all too familiar to me.
When I was younger, I used to like these kinds of parties a lot more. They were a lot wilder than they were ever portrayed to the outside world, with each yacht filled with only the most elite. Of course, I was just allowed on with my connections.
My father was absent for most of my growing up life. My mother died when I was young, but her fortune combined with my father’s made us billionaires. I couldn’t say that I missed her. I didn’t really even get the chance to know who she was before she passed. So, I spent my childhood with nannies and caregivers, anyone who could keep me under their control while my father secured business deals and partied.
He was getting older now, and as I grew, he pushed me into becoming a business partner with him. He wanted to leave our company to me when he died, Bogart Enterprises.
We were largely production, dealing with the fine print whenever a celebrity decided they wanted to create their own makeup or clothing line. He dabbled in music here and there, and there were times he even tried his hand at movies. But, the majority of our money came from feeding off people who felt they weren’t good enough without the right look – an image many celebrities had masterfully learned how to sell.
Now, at twenty-nine years old, I felt I’d largely outgrown this sort of party life. My father rarely attended them anymore, pushing me to be the face of the company while he traveled the world. He told me the day would come when I’d get to travel instead of meeting the investors with alcohol fueled, scantily clad women, but until then, this was my job.
It wasn’t all bad, I had to give him that. He knew how much I liked to play the field. Yet another thing that he saw wrong with me. He’d settled down rather young with my mother, and though he still attended these kinds of things – Hell, he even orchestrated them – he was faithful to her.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t looking to settle down. I liked hookups that I could forget about when morning came. And with the amount of money I had, and how powerful my father was, many women were more than happy to jump into bed with me.
Of course, it wasn’t just the money. It was everything. I took care of myself. Very good care. Even at the end of my twenties I was on top of my game, putting in hours at the gym every week, watching what I ate for the most part, and making sure I was rock hard and muscular.
My father wasn’t a fan of the tattoos I chose, but I made sure they were hidden – only visible when I took off my shirt for some lucky young woman I brought to bed with me. My dark hair and blue eyes certainly worked to my advantage as well, and I didn’t have any problem making any of the women swoon.
It was a good life overall. I didn’t have much to complain about. Well, nothing that I could really justify, anyway. I went through the motions, doing what I wanted to do and keeping my father happy. As long as I could keep him off my back, I was happy.
He didn’t give a damn what I did, and I didn’t want much to do with him. We share a business and a fortune, and that was it.
“Blake? Blake Bogart is that you?” I cringed. I knew that voice. Frank Gingham came stumbling over to me. I’d easily describe him as a dirty old man who’s main goal in life was to get on these yacht parties and hookup with women who were a third his age.
But, he was one of our biggest investors, a man my father was adamant we keep happy despite my feelings toward him. I forced a smile before I turned.
“Frank! You old Bastard! I wondered if you made it on the ship before we set sale!” I said as I helped steady him. He also had a drink in his hand and was far more intoxicated than I.
“Of course I did. I was running a little late so I missed the party on the dock, but with the proper ID you know you can get in at the last second,” he said. “How’s your father? I haven’t seen that man in a while and I’m beginning to think we’re past due for a day of golf.”
“He’s in Italy right now, working on another business deal with someone he was telling me about over there,” I said. “I’m not sure when he’s going to be back.”
“Bastard. Well, you tell him that he needs to get a hold of me when he does. I need to hit a few balls,” Frank said. “Speaking of hitting balls, which lucky lady is yours tonight?”
I looked around the yacht, quickly trying to find my escape. I didn’t want to talk about this with him, and I knew once I told him I didn’t yet have anyone in mind, I’d get trapped at him with the bar. To make my night worse, I had a feeling he’d have several of his other friends there. Being more than thirty years older than me, the last thing I wanted to do was get trapped drinking with them.
“Oh, she’s around here somewhere,” I said with a smile. “I was just on my way to find her when I ran into you.”
“I’ll give you a hand. With any luck she’s ended up topless with the group jumping off the back of the boat,” he said with a grin.
“That’s okay,” I said. “I’ll find her.”
I was trying to back away, but he was sticking to my side like glue. I didn’t want to lose my temper with him. That was the one thing my father made sure to drill into my head. I must never, never lose my temper with this man or any of the other investors. It was hard with my arrogant, can’t tell me what to do attitude in life, but I didn’t want the word getting back to him.
“There she is,” I pointed to a girl who was hanging back against the wall. She was young, but she was hot, and she was perfect to get me out of here.
“Wow,” Frank said as he looked at her. “You’ve outdone yourself this time.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “But I’m going to go snag her before she gets away from me again.”
“You should introduce us!” he announced, and my heart sank. I had no idea who that girl was or what her name was. All I knew was that if she was here, she had some sort of status in life. I was about to make some sort of excuse when Allen Hughs walked over.
“Frank! You old Bastard! Get over here and buy me a drink!” he announced.
“Looks like we’re going to have to take a raincheck on that,” I said. “You’re being beckoned.”
“Allen!” Frank’s attention was quickly turned to another of our investors. A man with more money than most on the boat, and who often played everyone’s friend. I wasn’t so sure about him, either
, but I was glad to be rid of Frank. I helped turn him toward Allen before dodging away myself.
But, I still hadn’t gotten that woman out of my mind. She was gorgeous. Brown hair, Brown eyes. She was tan, clearly having spent a lot of time in the sun. She was just my type, and I decided I was going to fuck her.
Suavely, I walked through the seat of people to where she stood, leaning coyly against the wall and smiling down at her. “You having fun?”
“As much fun as anyone has at these kind of events,” she replied rather dryly.
“Doesn’t seem to me like you are. I’d think someone as pretty as you would be out there dancing the night away,” I said as I sipped on my drink.
She looked up at me, glancing up and down my body before sipping on her own glass. “This isn’t usually my scene.”
“Mine neither, but I’m here for my father. Impressions, you know?” I said.
“I do, actually,” she replied. “I guess my grandparents are partners with the guy who owns the yacht. They weren’t able to make it themselves, so they sent me to represent, though I’m not even sure I’ve met any of these people.”
“You have now,” I said. “My father is that guy, and I’m here to host.”
“You’re Blake?” she looked at me once more, surprised and, I’d like to think, interested."
“You make it sound like I’m not what you were expecting,” I said with a grin.
“You aren’t,” she said.
“So who are you? I’ll know the name, I promise,” I said.
“Ashley Velvet,” she said.
I almost staggered. She was indeed one of my father’s favorites. At least, her grandparents were. I remembered the Velvets coming to see my father before I was even in high school, though I never saw Ashley before.
“You know me?” she asked.
“I know your family,” I said. “But I’d like to get to know you.”
I gently reached down and picked up her hand, lifting her fingers to my lips. She smiled, clearly charmed but trying not to be, then she turned her attention back to the women who were still dancing on the deck.
“This is quite the party you’ve got going on,” she said.
“To be honest, I’m getting rather sick of all the noise. You want to head somewhere quieter?” I asked. She looked back at me, once more looking me over from head to toe. It was clear what I was getting at, and it was clear she wanted to take the invitation.
“We’re on a boat,” she said at last. Ah, that was one thing I’d heard many times before.
“We’re on a yacht, but that doesn’t mean there’s nowhere we can go for some privacy,” I said. “Come on, let me show you down below. I think you’ll like it more than up here.”
I nodded toward the door at our left and started walking, turning to see if she was going to follow. Ashley hesitated for a moment, seeming to be torn as to whether she was willing to make the decision, then she drained the rest of her drink and shrugged, tossing the empty cup in the trash can on her way by.
“I hope it’s good,” she said.
“Oh, it’s good,” I said with a seductive grin. Her smile once again told me she knew what I meant, but she was eager to follow.
2
Ashley
I walked below deck, following Blake. It was unlike me to hookup with the men at these kinds of parties, but there was something about him that I simply found irresistible. He had a smile that could kill, and a body to match. Normally, these kinds of guys were arrogant douche bags who didn’t give a shit about the women they hooked up with.
And though I had a feeling Blake might be another one like that, I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his body, and I was going to do it. We walked down another level, then he stopped, smiling at me as he took a key out of his pocket and opened the door.
He was right, it was considerably quieter below deck then it was above, and the room was gorgeous. It was pure white from top to bottom, with an elegant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It reminded me of a fancy hotel, with champagne already on ice in a bucket on the nightstand, and a tv hanging on the opposite wall.
“Wow, I didn’t know there were rooms like this in these things,” I said as I shook my head. “Okay, I’m impressed.”
“I thought you might appreciate it. You’re clearly a lady who doesn’t need to be up there with the drunk idiots,” he said.
“Not really the way I’d think you’d talk about your clients and investors,” I replied with a wrinkled nose. It was a turnoff, to say the least, though I was still craving his body.
“They’re my father’s, not mine,” he said. “I often escape down here when the night starts to lose its luster. And in my opinion, it has.”
I nodded. There was no denying I’d way rather be down here than up there.
“Champagne?” he asked.
“I could have a glass,” I replied. He poured two and handed one to me, and I walked over to look out the window. The room was positioned in a private part of the boat. We were partially below sea level, giving me the ability to see both under and above the water at the same time.
“This is beautiful,” I said.
“You’re beautiful,” he replied. He grinned as he walked over to me, then, without a word, he leaned down to kiss me.
He’s bold, I thought. I like that.
And I did. I loved men who wanted me badly. I liked being the one who felt I was seducing, and I loved the way his lips felt on mine. I kissed him back, teasing him lightly with my tongue before pulling away and sipping on the champagne once more.
“I’m glad you came down here with me,” he said. “I don’t often bring anyone here.”
“Why not?” I asked. “You seemed pretty eager to have me.”
“I am eager to have you,” he said. He looked me over from head to toe, and I felt good standing in my bikini. I wore a sarong around my waist and a lime green top. It went well, complimenting my tan. I licked my lips and grinned, turning my attention back to the champagne.
“But then, I got the impression you were eager to see it,” he said.
“I am,” I replied. He looked at me and I grinned. “I am eager to see it.”
I turned back to him and placed my hand on the front of his shorts. I could feel his cock already growing hard inside, and I grinned up at him. “Do you want to show me?”
He smiled, the hunger once again taking over in his features. “I’ll do more than just show you.”
Once again, his lips darted to mine, and I kissed him in return, this time putting my arms on his shoulders, resting my hands behind his head. I was nearly finished with my champagne, but he was a gentleman enough to take it from me anyway.
He set it on the nightstand next to his own glass and the rest of the bottle, then he turned his attention back to me. We continued to make out like naught teenagers for a moment before he reached behind my neck, untying my bikini top and letting it fall free.
I was surprised that I didn’t feel exposed in front of him. I hadn’t had many one night stands in my life, often because I felt exposed when they first removed my clothes. But there was again something different about the way Blake handled me. I craved it, as though it was something I’d been missing my entire life, and I just found it.
I had my hands at his shorts once again, pushing them off. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt along with them, and we together quickly removed that as well. The passion was growing in the room, the need and tension between us electric. I had to have him inside me. I had to feel it. I pulled off my sarong and he pushed me back onto the bed.
The mattress was soft and the blankets softer, pulling my body into it. But, Blake had only just started. He pulled off my bikini bottom and immediately put his mouth to my pussy. His tongue was magical, and I moaned on the bed, grasping at the blankets as I did so. He worked his tongue around my clit, running it through my lips and sending shockwaves through my body.
I writhed on the bed beneath his touch, craving m
ore of him, needing more. He worked his tongue in and out of me, sending me right to an orgasm from the beginning.
“Wow,” I gasped on the bed, but he only smiled.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he replied. He crawled back up toward my face, kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it only turned me on all the more. He ran his hand over my pussy now, but I was already so wet from the oral, he only did that for a moment before pressing the head of his cock to my tight pussy.
“You’re so tight,” he breathed.
“I’m tighter when you’re inside,” I replied with a mischievous grin.
He smiled as he pushed himself inside me, letting out a groan of pleasure as he did so. He started gliding in and out of me, easy with how wet I was. His cock was huge, sending more waves of pleasure through my being as he pulled himself out then pushed himself in again. Over and over, sending more and more electricity to the core of my being.
He ran his hands over my body as he continued to fuck me, his lips on my nipples, then on my neck. His fingers grabbing my tits, then running up and down the length of my body. He was thrusting fast and hard, taking me. I spread my legs further apart, taking him as much as I could.
With each thrust, he was sending me closer to orgasm. But, once again, I let my breathing do the talking for me. Fast, shallow breaths wracked my body, and the need in his own breath told me he was just as close. He thrust into me a couple more times, then I felt his cock start to pump inside.
It was so hot, it sent me right over the edge, and I came again, hard. I let my voice show my appreciation, not worried at all whether they could hear us through the door. Blake didn’t seem too worried about it, letting his own groans show me how pleased he was.
