Dirty Fake Fiancé

by Sky Corgan

  “You taste too fucking sweet!”

  There’s lust in Danny’s eyes as he stands. He's looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I love the way that he makes me feel.

  “Hold still,” he says as he starts to pull my dress off. Then he traces a finger down my naked body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls as he cups my breasts and then moves his finger down my stomach.

  “I bet you say that to all the ladies.”

  He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t underestimate the hold that you’ve had on me in such a short time.”

  “I hardly know you.”

  “Yet, you have me craving more. Ever since I saw you boarding the ship, I’ve wanted you to be mine.”

  His kiss is fierce, and I can taste my pussy on his tongue. It's the most erotic thing ever. I know that he’s dying to come inside me. His hands seize my shoulders as his tongue plunders my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck.

  Every gentle brush of his hand is a surprise. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of him sliding his fingers over me.

  Danny holds me as he moves his mouth down to my left nipple and then the right, sucking them softly every time he alternates between the two. It’s just too much, and everything begins to tighten inside of me. I can’t help but find release.

  “Oh God!” I start to claw at his clothing, wanting him undressed, but he stops me with a kiss.

  “You want to undress me?” He teases as he raises an eyebrow.

  I take his hand and lead him to the bed, turning as soon as we reach it to unbutton his shirt. As I do, I trail kisses down his stomach and drop to my knees in front of him to take off his pants and boxers. He doesn't give protest, lifting his feet so I can render him completely naked.

  “I love seeing you on all fours,” he tells me.

  I laugh. “Because you want to be in control.”

  “That, and because you look sexy as hell on all fours.”

  His cock twitches at me. It’s clear that it wants some attention. I seize his shaft in my hand. He’s so damn thick. It’s as if he’s grown since the last time I held him.

  “Do you want me to suck you?” I give him a seductive look.

  His expression is steady. “What do you want to do?”

  I take him into my mouth and start to pump his base and slide my lips up and down his cock slowly. I want to taste every inch of him. I drag my tongue along the ridge underneath as I ease him deeper down my throat.

  “This feels so fucking good,” he growls, holding onto the back of my head.

  I’m no longer blowing him to please him, but to please myself. Danny’s fingers tighten around my hair, guiding me as I quicken my pace. I stroke him with one hand and fondle his balls with the other. Then I lock my lips just below the crown of his cock and begin pumping rapidly. He lets out a roar and spurts his seed down my throat. It feels as if it doesn’t stop and just goes on and on. I can’t believe that he has so much come shooting out of his dick. I wait until he’s completely finished, toss my head back and swallow it all in one gulp.

  He reaches out and takes me in his arms, pulling me to my feet. His dick softens for a fraction of a second before swelling again against my stomach.

  “Don’t you want a rest?” I ask, wondering how he can possibly be ready to go again.

  “Are you tired?”

  “Danny, you’re like a robot.”

  He smirks. “Yes. But it seems you'd rather go down to the reception.”

  Not really. I think it, but he doesn't give me a chance to speak.

  "The reception can wait." He places a hand between my shoulder blades to bend me over the bed. “You don’t know how much you drive me wild. I just want you over and over again.”

  “I get the feeling that I know because you never seem to stop.” I spread my fingers and hold them out to the edge.

  “Is this the first time you’ve had anal?” he growls as he slips his finger in my hole and starts to rub against it.

  “Danny, I’m not sure about this.” I make a face.

  It’s clear that my mind’s thinking one thing, but my body’s saying another. I want him. I know that I’m just nervous because it all feels like too much in one weekend.

  “I think that you want it. You’re just being polite.”

  I’m trying to think of the words to say, but I lose all my senses as I feel his cock at my entrance. He enters me slowly, and I let out a long breath.

  “Just tell me to stop, and I’ll do it without hesitation,” he snarls but doesn't wait for a response as he starts to push further into me. It’s as if he’s been there so many times before. Each thrust of his hips is long and hard, but it doesn't hurt.

  “I’m going to fucking come right now!” he says. As he makes bestial noises, I can feel every pulse of passion.

  My muscles contract as his hardness fills me up while stretching and claiming me. My moans sink lower into my throat as a fire explodes through me, leaving me trembling.

  Danny lets out a satisfied chuckle and pulls out of me, resting his limp dick on my ass. "Wow, that was something."

  “We should go down to the reception now,” I suggest meekly, my legs shaking beneath me.

  “But I'm not done fucking you yet.” He grabs hold of my hair and pulls me towards him with his hand around my hips. “I'm going to make you scream so fucking loud that you’ll crack the mirrors.”

  “Is that a promise?” I look back at him with a smirk.

  He kisses me on the neck. "You really are a bad girl.”

  I never was a bad girl until I found the arms of Danny Turner. Now I have so many dirty thoughts that it scares me. He makes me want to be naked all the time until he can’t get enough of me. There’s only one problem. This is our last night together. But I intend to enjoy every last bit of it.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  DANNY

  I go for a run as soon as I get up the next morning. That's the only way I can focus on what to do next.

  I know one thing for sure. I don’t want to add Lenka to my black book. I don’t want us to just be friends either.

  This whole dating thing is kind of new to me. Ever since my relationship with Harper, I decided that I wouldn’t do this with another woman again. Because all the women I tend to be attracted to have ended up being psychotic.

  With Lenka, I know that's not an issue. And I hate the idea of her not being mine. Not an option.

  I head back to the room, and the first thing I see when I open the door is her smiling face.

  “Hey, beautiful.” I grin.

  “I really could get used to you calling me that all day.” She stretches and lies back on the bed.

  I know it’s an open invitation. She wants me to join her, something that I wouldn’t hesitate to do normally, but today I have to tell her the truth. The three days are up, and it’s decision time.

  “What are you thinking about?” She lifts her head up, and her naked body screams for me to take her. I instantly focus on her erect nipples.

  I walk up to her and do the only thing that will stop the temptation. I cover her body and start to talk. “I want you to know that I’m still going to pay you.”

  Where the fuck did that come from?

  She lifts the cover and whispers, “Oh.”

  I nod. “I want you to know that I had a nice time.”

  She’s trying to fight back tears. Shit. I should just come out and tell her how I really feel, but my mouth is heart-blocking me.

  “Danny, you don’t need to say a word. I get it. You want to pay me and have me out of your life. I know. We had an agreement, and it’s over.” She bows her head as she starts to leave from the other side of the bed.

  I grab her arm to stop her. “You didn’t wait for me to finish.”

  “Seriously, you don’t need to be nice about the situation.”

  “I don’t do nice, Lenka.” I give her a serious look. "I know what I want, and it starts and ends with you. I can
’t promise that I’ll be the most open guy in the world. Or give you flowers and chocolates.”

  A tear cascades down her cheek, her lips breaking into a huge smile. “You really know how to sweet talk a girl. Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to kiss me?”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Demanding already?”

  She wraps her arms around me. “You have no idea.”

  I didn’t, but I have a feeling that I’m going to find out. I’ve got a lot of growing and learning to do, but I can tell that the future’s bright. Especially if Lenka’s in it.

  ***

  Since I’ve given Lenka the envelope with the money, she hasn’t even bothered to count it. She stuffed it in her purse and nervously smiled as Henry started the car.

  “Why do you want to drop me off at home so badly?” she asks.

  I laugh, glancing over at her. “Was everything a lie? Do you have a secret lover at your place?”

  She chokes. “No, I’m just…”

  “I don’t care where you live, Lenka.” I put my hand on her leg. “I just want to spend as much time with you as possible.” I sound so fucking cheesy, but I mean it.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  LENKA

  In truth, I don't want Danny going anywhere near my place. He insisted on taking me home, and I’m so apprehensive about it.

  I’m not the type of person to be ashamed of who I am or where I come from, but I’ve been party to Danny’s life, and it makes me feel so inferior. As Henry parks the car in front of my building, I know one thing for sure. I’m not asking Danny to come in.

  “So, this is it?” He seems just as nervous as I am.

  “Yep. Do you think that Carl and Adele are in the Bahamas yet?” I try to stall.

  “Yes, they’re there. They both sent me a message before we left the house.”

  “Were we really the last ones to leave?” I laugh.

  He nods. “Sure were. It’s a first for me. Usually, I’m the first to leave.”

  “Oh, how come?”

  “A business deal in the making or work problems. There’s always something work-related. It’s as if I can’t think of anything else but work at the best of times.”

  I shrug. “Maybe you’ll find something else to think about.”

  He winks. “I already have.”

  I close my eyes and sink into the seat, not wanting to get out of the car, but knowing I can’t stay here forever. I need to face my fear of going inside and finding my mom drunk, and Danny needs to go to work. Two things we’re dreading, but both of them our reality.

  “Damn, I wish that I was in the Bahamas.” I sigh, thinking about the sun, the sea, and the beach.

  “You’re not the only one.” He scoots a bit closer, bending his head to catch my gaze. “You don't have to go in, you know? Lenka, I can take you anywhere.”

  “Yes, but I have to go in. My brother needs me.”

  “Fine. We can always go whenever you have time.” Danny offers me a soft smile.

  When he presses his lips against mine, I think about the man that I’m now dating, and I know that no matter what’s waiting for me inside, I can face it because, for the first time in a long time, I have something to look forward to. It’s Danny Turner, the man who paid me to be his fake fiancée and my now very real boyfriend.

  I leave the car and walk up the same tired, dirty stairs. They haven’t changed. The apartment’s quiet. A bit too quiet for my liking, especially seeing as it’s only seven.

  I head for the living room. The TV’s gone, just like so many times before when Mom has pawned it for drinking money. Some part of me wonders why I try so hard.

  I drag Candy's suitcase to my bedroom. I'll give it back to her in a few days. For now, all I can think about is how exhausted I feel.

  I sit on my bed and pull out the envelope that Danny gave me in the car. I didn't open it then because I didn't want him to think that this was about the money for me. I would have been completely fine with him not paying me at all considering that I walked away with something so much better than money anyway.

  I expect to see three, or even four hundred in the envelope. I start counting the stack of hundreds, and my heart begins to race at the realization that it's a lot more than I was promised.

  Mom would love to get her hands on this money. As if smelling the money, she appears in the doorway, smiling at me with her yellow-stained teeth. “Lenka, you came back. I thought that you weren’t going to come back.”

  Did she really care?

  I shove the envelope back into my purse, hoping she didn't see it. The thought flashes through my mind that there's enough money here to escape my shitty life. I could leave now if I wanted to. I could take Scott, and we could just disappear.

  "I should go see Scott," I say, standing to leave.

  I walk into Scott’s room, and he’s sitting in a corner on the floor. There's no longer a bed where one used to be. Mom must have sold that, too. I shake my head as he gets up to come to me.

  “Sis, I'm so glad you're back.” He pulls me into an embrace. "I was worried you weren't coming back. That you'd had enough." Scott steps away from me and drops his gaze to the floor. "I don't think I'm going to go to college. I think a job is more important right now. Making enough money so that we can get a place together and get out of here. Mom's out of control. I don't want to live like this anymore."

  I gather him in my arms for another hug. The pain in his expression stings my heart. "Don't you worry about a thing. We're going to be fine now." I think of the money in my purse. “We’re getting out of here.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  DANNY

  6 WEEKS LATER

  The last few weeks with Lenka have been great, but I hate the idea of her living in a small apartment with her brother. I know she wants her independence, but it just doesn’t feel right. I’m a billionaire, and buying or even renting an apartment is no big deal for me, but she’s so stubborn and desperate to do things on her own. I have to respect that, and that’s the hardest part of being in a relationship. Taking into account the other person’s feelings.

  That's why today’s a really big deal. I want to make her life better without being too invasive about it, and this is the best thing I could come up with. Hopefully, she agrees.

  But I can't make it seem like I set this up just for her. Because in all honesty, I didn't. This will be a great opportunity for both of the special women in my life, so I've invited Adele into my office, too.

  “What's this about?” Adele asks, making her appearance first. She's glowing with a tan that screams 'just back from vacation.'

  Just then, my secretary buzzes my phone to let me know that Lenka's arrived.

  "Send her up," I say before standing to approach Adele. "Don't worry. It's nothing bad," I assure her with a smile. “Lenka,” I greet her when she walks in. As soon as her eyes land on Adele, a look of confusion sets over her face. “Lenka, just close the door. Why does everyone look so scared?”

  Lenka shuts the door, and I walk over and kiss her on the cheek to soothe her mind a bit.

  “What's going on?” Lenka's voice is soft as if she fears she's in some kind of trouble.

  I gesture that Adele should join us on the sofa as I lead Lenka in that direction.

  “Ladies, I had an idea, and I just thought….Would any of you like a drink?”

  “No!” both Adele and Lenka say at the same time.

  “Remember Glammer N Shine Agency?”

  Adele whispers, “The one I made you buy because I thought it was a great opportunity?”

  Lenka nods. “The one that you cursed about for days and said that models and their agencies are superficial bullshitters who think that they’re better than everyone else? That same agency?”

  I laugh at the fact that Lenka’s quoting me, word for word, about the agency. Did I go on about it that much? They’re giving me the impression that all I did was whine about the company.

  “Well, I want you g
uys to be a part of it.”

  They both look at me as if I’m talking a foreign language.

  “Let’s face it, Adele.” I look past Lenka to my sister. “You’re not happy at work, and this was your idea. But that's not the reason why I’m asking you to be a part of it. I need your help. I can’t dedicate as much time as I thought that I could to the business.”

  The real reason I don’t want to do it is that I can’t stand any of the people in the industry. I just don’t fit into their world.

  “So, you need our help because you can’t deal with the models? You think that they’re superficial, obnoxious and you don’t realize that every time you talk to them, it’s like looking in a mirror.” Adele raises her eyebrow as she stands. She’s my sister, and there’s no way that I can pull the wool over her eyes.

  “Exactly.”

  “So, what would I do? Clean? That’s the only thing I’m good at,” Lenka says, looking more upset about the situation than happy.

  Adele smiles. “Lenka, don’t sell yourself short. You turned my brother from a monster into a human being. We’ll find something for you to do. Don’t worry about that.”

  She seems reluctant, but as Adele takes her hand, I know that she already has a plan.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  LENKA

  I didn’t know why he wanted me to come to his office. Some part of me thought that it was to tell me that he’d had enough of me. It’s kind of crazy, considering that we’ve been getting on so well for so long. That didn’t stop me from being paranoid though. We come from different worlds, and the idea that someone like him could be in love with someone like me constantly plays on my mind.

  I live in a small pokey studio with my little brother. I can tell every time Danny steps through the door that he’s uncomfortable with it. Scott and I have been spending far too many weekends at his penthouse. I’ve told Danny that this is my life now and that he has to accept it. He says that he does, but I have a sneaky suspicion that the job offer has something to do with my living accommodations.