Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Look at you talking all professional,” I tease her for her choice of words, but as I glance in the mirror, I realize my hair’s down to my waist already.

  “I’ll cut it if it gets any longer,” I profess.

  “If you try, I’ll tie you to your bed,” Holly-Anne threatens. “Then I’ll invite your dudes over to fuck some sense into you. It’s gorgeous, Kara.”

  “Even my eyes look brighter blue,” I admit as a humbling afterthought, more to myself than to Holly-Anne.

  Chase and Eric have really paved the way for me. I owe everything to them.

  “I have to really work hard to keep the weight off this time.” I say it like I mean it.

  “Oh, stop beating yourself up.” Holly-Anne rolls her eyes.

  “Isn’t that the female nature, though?”

  Holly-Anne shrugs. “We’re our worst critics. Inside and out. You are going to be a rock star tomorrow at the pageant, though. You’re gonna blow the rest of those bimbos away.”

  “I can’t wait,” I admit. In all honesty, I’m so excited that it’s all I can really think about.

  I’m so consumed with the fact that I’ve come this far. I’ll be arriving at the Miss Sexy USA Pageant tomorrow feeling better than ever about myself with a surge of newfound confidence.

  I grab my phone, getting an idea.

  “Let’s post a selfie,” I say.

  Holly-Anne is never one turn down an opportunity to take a selfie, so she scoots in close to me and purses her lips sexily.

  “What are we posing for?”

  “We’re celebrating,” I tell her and lean in so that our cheeks are touching. “I have the perfect caption, too.”

  We take several pictures and then mull over which one best shows our features, makeup, and our hair.

  It’s not as easy as it looks.

  It’s not just saying, one, two, three, and then, click! ―there we are, uploading a picture. No, now there are expectations and shit. We have to look the part we’re playing: sexy BFFs, one of whom is about to get naked on national television tomorrow.

  Once we pick the one that makes us look the sexiest, I upload it with the caption:

  Feeling sexy for Miss Sexy USA Pageant! I’m ready to bare it all ;) Thanks for all the love and support!

  I seal it with a kiss emoji and hit the share button.

  In a matter of minutes, I get over a hundred likes. I scroll through them with gratitude in my heart. Then, I see a name that leaves a sour taste in my mouth and makes me full of bitter contempt.

  “Fucking shit,” I snarl.

  “What is it?” Holly-Anne grabs the phone from me to see for herself. “Ugh. Fuck that dude.”

  Ryan’s name is on my screen with a little heart next to it.

  That asshole had the audacity to like my pic.

  “Don’t let this get to you,” Holly-Anne advises. “He’s either trying to fuck with you before the big day, or he’s realized how bad he fucked up when he dumped you. Either way—he can eat a dick.”

  “Agreed,” I say, turning my phone off for the night. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I don’t want to be thinking about the past—I want to be looking forward to my future.

  To Eric. To Chase. To this insane beauty pageant they’ve gotten me into.

  I push the phone aside.

  “He can like my pictures all he wants, but it doesn’t mean I have to like him.”

  Kara

  Opening day is finally here.

  Not, like, for baseball. Although, I’m sure there will be plenty of cheap hotdogs and popped flies in the crowd today. Everyone watching me, whether in the crowd or on their TVs at home, is about to get to first base with Kara Gilmore.

  Eat your heart out, Babe Ruth!

  It’s also not opening day for, like, spreading my legs. At least, not yet. Once I get through my strip tease, I’ll be doing plenty of opening up in that sense—for all the world to see.

  I’m here at the venue for Miss Sexy USA, and the competition is ridiculous. I thought I was hot―well, who am I kidding, I am hot―but there are tons of other tasty babes here, too, waiting for their claim to fame just like me.

  I shake off some jitters by running in place. It makes my tits bounce up and down beneath my thin pink silk robe—no bras, girdles, or Spanx here today.

  I’ve got this. I’m going to kill it out there.

  I grab a Protein Plus shake—Coco-Nut—off my dressing room table and basically chug the hell out of it. I need the boost of energy; it’s fucking delicious; and―as crazy as it may sound―it makes my skin glow like I’ve been freshly fucked.

  It makes me kind of horny, too, but I chalk that up to nerves. Where are Chase and Eric when you need ‘em, right?

  I give myself a little pep talk for endurance purposes. Staring into the mirror, I tell myself I’m worth it.

  My tits are huge, and my waist is skinny. I have curves in all the right places and I’m going to fucking slay the competition tonight.

  After I down the protein shake and tell myself I’m going to make the crowd roar with entertainment, I have enough confidence to make my trek out on the stage.

  I take a look behind the curtain, peering out into the crowd.

  Holy shit, there are a fuck-ton of people out there.

  I take a deep breath and glance up at the rafters. If I make sure to take even, measured gasps of oxygen, I might not pass out.

  I’m hoping for the best. At least Chase and Eric will be out there to give me a thumbs up and root for me.

  When I hear the announcer call my name and the clapping begin, I know it’s time to make my entrance.

  I slip the robe off, lick the last taste of Coco-Nut Protein Plus off of my lips, and shift my shoulders back to push my tits out.

  My body is tight, pretty, freshly waxed, and ready to take the world by storm.

  Watch out, America. Kara Gilmore is in the building—and she’s totally fucking naked, too.

  I plant a huge smile on my face, grinning from ear to ear as I flash my pearly whites. I begin waving to the crowd, and as I notice how well-received I am, I pick up my stride, swaying my hips as sexily as possible.

  I’m looking at the crowd, trying to find Eric or Chase and not paying a lick of attention to where I’m going.

  This doesn’t bode well for me. When I’m paying attention, I’m as graceful as can be. When I’m not…I’m kind of a spastic klutz.

  I’m horny. Wet. Naked in front of a live crowd of thousands, with even more watching at home.

  There’s no big, sweeping gown for me to trip on, and the stage is completely flat―but that doesn’t stop me.

  I trip over my own two feet and fucking face plant onto the stage right in front of me.

  The clapping and cheering immediately halts. It’s so dead silent that I’m pretty sure that I’d able to hear a fucking pin drop all the way in the back of the room. Seriously, it’s fucking crickets in here.

  My heart races, and my pulse swooshes in my ears.

  My nipples are hard against the stage floor. My ass is in the air, probably flashing my tight little hole and dripping cunt at whatever poor girl is waiting to walk on behind me.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  I need to stand up now and recompose myself. Yes, I have my face planted naked in front of, like, a billion people, but I need to peel myself up off the floor (literally) and continue my strut.

  I don’t have that far to go. The podium is only a few strides away.

  I can do this.

  I can definitely, probably, maybe do this.

  But I’m rocking a blush that goes all the way from the tips of my ears down to the points of my nipples, and I know that when I get up, I’m not just going to be the Girl Who Fell in this competition.

  I’m going to look like a half-woman, half-lobster besides.

  It’s then that I see them—Chase and Eric, jogging toward me down the aisle.

  They rush the stage like a couple of paramedics,
hop the barrier, and pick me up in one scoop. They brush me off, frantic and panicked looks spread across their faces.

  Their horror-glazed eyes do nothing but kill my confidence that’s already plummeted when I face-planted.

  Well, fuck. All the time they spent grooming me for this—all the money, the training, those long nights at the gym—and I’m already out of the competition before we even get started. There’s no way anyone is going to choose me to represent the country in Miss Sexy Universe now.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble as Eric pulls me against his chest.

  “You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” Eric reassures me. “Are you hurt?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “Just bruised.”

  “It was a nasty fall,” Chase whispers back. “You sure?”

  “Thanks for the reminder, but I already lived through it once already,” I say sarcastically.

  “Wanna blow this joint?” Chase asks.

  “No shame in it,” Eric adds. He shrugs off his jacket and offers it to me. “We just want to make sure our girl is okay.”

  For a second, I consider it. They’ve given me the perfect out—and if there’s any way to recover from a naked face plant, it’s being carried from the building by two sexy billionaires.

  “The only thing I’m blowing,” I say, gently pushing them off of me, “is you two after I win this thing.”

  I’m here to build my confidence, dammit! Not to have the Rescue Twins come and whisk me away.

  I’m a strong, independent woman, and I can fend for myself out there in the shark tank. Besides, I was getting a standing fucking ovation before my fall. I can recover from this.

  The crowd loved me before I face planted. I’ll make them love me again.

  The show must go on, right?

  “Thanks,” I say, kissing them both. “I’m gonna make you boys proud.”

  “You’re making me more than proud right now,” Chase says, and I giggle as I see the way his cock is straining his black slacks.

  They help me to my feet, then hop back down to a couple of seats in the front row. At least now I know exactly where to look if I need a little confidence boost.

  I look out over the rest of the crowd, feeling the blush fade from my cheeks, and give them a saucy little salute. They laugh at that—but it’s okay. I’m laughing too, and the laughter quickly turns to cheers as I come to my designated little spot on the stage.

  I’m smiling and waving, feeling better than ever, as I pose for the cameras and the crowd. I expected to feel slightly nervous, but as it turns out, thinking about being naked in front of all these people is actually a profound turn-on for me―and I find myself getting even wetter under the circumstances.

  If my pussy keeps this up, the next time I fall is going to be from slipping on a pool of my own honey. I don’t really know how to explain it or describe it, but something about being so exposed and vulnerable in front of a crowd is obnoxiously erotic for me.

  Fucking nailed it.

  After the other girls and I all saunter off the stage, I only have a little time to kill before I’m back up for the weightlifting portion of the pageant.

  Once I get to my spot, my weightlifting equipment has already been placed and arranged in front of me, thanks to the hard work and efforts of the stage hands.

  I begin with the dumbbells first, picking them up and using sexy movements to crush it. I groan and moan a little for extra effect, a huge turn-on for not only me, but I’m sure for Eric and Chase, too.

  Each pump and thrust movement I make with my weights turns me on, and my pussy is glistening wet, ripe and ready for playing with.

  I am so turned on in the moment that I forget where I am momentarily, ready to go into orgasmic levels of pleasure.

  I’m acing the weightlifting portion of my stage time, and I haven’t even gotten to my talent portion yet, which just so happens to be a silly, yet classically sexy strip tease that the guys helped me choreograph.

  I also practiced for hours in front of my mirror at home to ensure I’d really look the part out there, all exposed to the crowd.

  Once I’ve completed my final round of weightlifting, I place them back down on the stage and cast a little bow.

  The crowd goes wild, hooting, hollering, and whistling for me. I blush with humble pride and continue to bow, feeling enthralled and completely thrilled that I’m such a hit.

  I move on to the next set as sexy music plays through speakers in the ceiling and fills the venue.

  My outfit was hand-picked and made by one of Eric’s designer friends. I’ve practiced stripping out of it for Chase and Eric a hundred times already.

  It’s a juicy little number: a tight-fitting pink dress that accentuates my curves in all the right places and a flashy little cardigan that I’m wearing over the dress.

  I move with the music, grinding my hips and wiggling down to the floor where I bounce my ass up and down to the huge roar of the crowd.

  I strip off the cardigan first and then begin to slowly slide out of the dress, teasing everyone in the audience as they go wild with delight.

  I’m not wearing a bra, but I have on gold-colored boob tassels that bounce and bob up and down with my perky tits.

  I’m so turned on right now, I can’t think of anything but sex. The crowd is chanting “Take it off!” over and over again and really coaxing me on.

  The whole performance is a whirlwind of fun and is speeding by way too fast. Before I know it, the end of the song is rapidly approaching, and I need to skirt out of my panties.

  I’m wearing little pink panties to match my outfit, lacy and delicious-looking. It’s a thong, and I turn around to jut my ass in the air as I gyrate and twerk all over the place.

  The crowd is screaming, and I notice that Eric and Chases are dancing behind the curtain right behind the stage.

  I can’t wait to run into their arms after my performance is over. Adrenaline is surging through my veins, and I’m so excited.

  I lean my head down and pull the boobie tassels off my voluptuous chest one at a time with my teeth.

  This is an impromptu move, but I’m just going with the way I feel inside and winging it for bonus points from the audience. I swirl them around and around in my hands as I dance up and down the stage.

  The crowd is going wild, and I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life.

  I still have to give a speech after this, but not until all the performers of the day have had their chance under the warmth of the stage spotlights.

  Without even thinking, when my set is over, I give my bow and final wave to the crowd before running backstage to Eric and Chase, dripping with wetness between my legs because I’m ravenous for them and exponentially horny from that strip tease in front of all those people.

  Holy fucking fuck.

  I need them.

  Time to celebrate with my men!

  Kara

  “There’s my fucking winner,” Eric says with a huge fucking grin. He seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t smile often enough—which is a shame, because he’s insanely fucking hot when he’s smiling. Luckily, I make sure to make him smile a whole hell of a lot when he’s around me. “You’re killing it out there, babe.”

  “Literally,” Chase says, catching me in his arms and spinning me around as I sprint toward them. “Some of the other girls look fucking suicidal after the show you just put on out there.”

  “Aww,” I coo, because, well, that’s not fun, even if it does send my confidence skyrocketing through the ceiling. “They’ll be okay though, right?”

  “Bitches need to learn,” Eric says, grabbing me away from Chase and sending me twirling in a spin of his own. “If they couldn’t handle the competition, they shouldn’t have tried to out-sex Kara fucking Gilmore.”

  My head is still spinning as Eric puts me back on solid ground—although, with these two around, it always kind of feels like my head is spinning. The scent of their manly fucking cologne is all over m
e, and I don’t want to stop breathing it in.

  “What about my big trip?” I ask, remembering the epic face plant I did during the opening parade.

  “Babe, the only trip you’re going on is the one to Japan when you win this fucking thing,” Eric reassures me.

  “You’re a crowd favorite, Kara,” Chase adds. “Everyone on Twitter is saying that you’ve got real personality.”

  I giggle. “I guess the best way to stand out in a group of graceful, naked fitness models is to fall down.”

  “You recovered beautifully,” Eric reassures me. “Every man in this building wanted to be Chase and I running to your rescue.”

  “And every woman in this building wishes she could have gone down with such fucking panache.” Chase grabs my hair in his fist and pulls my cheek to his lips for a kiss.

  “Actually,” I say, licking my own lips. “Speaking of going down…”

  “Okay,” Chase says with a grin, grabbing the belt of his slacks.

  “No,” Eric says forcefully, and we both look at him with sad puppy dog eyes. “Absolutely not. After the pageant, fine, but not now. You need to focus, Kara. And you,” he says, wheeling on Chase, “need to keep your dick out of the talent.”

  “Eric, please!” I say, feeling my pussy throb even as I beg him. “Just, like, a quick little dick-suck.”

  “There’s nothing little about this dick, sweetheart,” Chase chuckles. “Surely you haven’t forgotten already.”

  “I haven’t,” I profess with all seriousness. “That’s exactly why I need you in my mouth. Both of you. Like…immediately.”

  Eric’s chest rises and falls.

  But when I check the crotch of his slacks, I only see his bulge rising.

  “You know you want to,” I tease, moving in and stroking his bulge tenderly.

  “It’s not about wanting to,” Eric says with a sigh. “It’s just—”

  “The talent needs to focus,” Chase finishes for him. “So let’s help her focus, right?”

  “YES!” I squeal, dropping to my knees.

  Before I can hit the floor and start milking cum out of their balls with my mouth, though, Chase grabs my arm and hauls me back up to my feet.