Fake Bride: A Billionaire Boss Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

  Abbie gasped. “You're crazy.”

  “Crazy about you. I'm going crazy thinking I might never have another night like last night. I want you. I want all of you. I want the rest of your life. I want your sweet sighs and your legs around my neck and having dinner with you every night. I want it all.”

  Abbie stood up. “I think you better find someone a little better suited to you than I am. You're a billionaire. I'm your servant.”

  He fixed her with his glinting eyes. “Then I'll make you my servant. I'll make you bow and call me sir. I'll tie you to the bedpost and take you whenever I want.”

  Her eyes widened. “You wouldn't dare!”

  “I would dare that and a lot more. Don't tempt me.”

  She sank back into her seat. “You're the devil incarnate.”

  “I'm the devil, and I'll make you my slave to sin. Now eat your dinner and don't argue with me, or I'll give you the spanking of your life when we get back upstairs.”

  Abbie's blood rushed to her cheeks. She couldn't figure out if he was serious or not. He wouldn't really tie her up and spank her, would he? He wouldn't really leave her panting and moist and come back for her on his lunch break to lick her to screaming passion all over again. Would he?

  Oh, yes, he would. She could tell by the look in his eye. He was capable of the most wicked sins, and he would make her cum all over his face and gush her cream all over his cock while he did it. He commanded her body, and he knew it.

  He dished the meal onto the plates and set Abbie's in front of her. The fragrant steam wafted into her nostrils and made her senses spin. Then she spotted him putting Trina's plate aside, and she remembered.

  “I'll go tell Trina dinner's ready.”

  “Don't bother. She'll come out later and get it.”

  “That's okay. She's been in her room all day, and I have something else to say to her, anyway.”

  Abbie walked down to the living room and tapped on Trina's door. She received no answer. Trina must have her headphones in again. Abbie could knock all day, and Trina wouldn't hear. She tapped again and turned the knob.

  Trina sat on her bed with her back to the door. Her phone lay on the bed at her side with the earphone wires angled into Trina's head. Abbie walked around the bed to get in front of her when her eye fell on the bed.

  A spiral bound notebook rested on the coverlet in front of Trina. A zippered case full of colored pens and pencils sat open to one side. Trina moved a red pencil back and forth over the page to fill it with brilliant color.

  In an instant, Abbie recognized Trina's signature style, but developed the next level higher than the art she saw in Trina's old notebooks. In a flash, she understood. Trina never gave up art. She merely kept it hidden from everybody so no one would see what she was doing.

  Abbie stared down at the hands moving over the page. She was so stunned, she didn't react fast enough when Trina whipped around to confront her. Trina yanked the earphones out of her ears and shrieked. “What are you doing in here? I told you to stay away from me. How dare you barge into my room without knocking.”

  Abbie opened her mouth. The most pathetic mumblings came out. “Trina! You're drawing!”

  Trina scooped up the notebook in one hand and hurled it across the room. It slammed into the wall and crumpled to the floor. Trina jumped off the bed. Her voice echoed out the door into the living room. “Get out of here! Get out and leave me alone! I hate you! Don't you ever come near me again! You bitch! You tramp! You witch! I'll kill you if I ever see you again.”

  Abbie beat it out of that room as fast as she could, and Trina slammed the door in her face.

  Chapter 7

  Malcolm kissed Abbie by the elevator. “Are you going to be okay?”

  Abbie smiled. “I'll be fine, but I think I better take a day off.”

  He let her go and pushed the button. “I'll skip the lunch break. Take it easy today. I'll see you for dinner tonight, and don't bother about Trina. She'll come out of it eventually.”

  She gave him one last kiss, and he disappeared into the elevator. Abbie sighed and hobbled to her room. She needed to catch up on sleep after a second night with Malcolm. This couldn't go on. He bruised her body with his all-consuming passion. She didn't notice it in the throes of massive orgasm. She only realized how sore and battered her body was when he left her alone.

  She stretched out on her bed, but when she closed her eyes and relaxed, the same intoxicating images nagged her mind. A parade of sexual positions made her pussy wet all over again. If he walked into this room right now and prodded her knees apart, she wouldn't be able to resist cumming all over him. He turned her on as much when he wasn't here as when he was.

  She started alert when she heard a door open and close in the direction of the living room. She didn't want to get up and go in there. She would much rather lie here and fantasize about last night. Malcolm took her to incredible heights of erotic delight. He screwed her harder than any man she ever met. His enormous cock rattled her very bones. She couldn't help but ride him to heaven and back.

  She had to get up, though. She had to finish what she started, even if it didn't work out the way she hoped. She winced when she sat on her swollen, aching tissues. Once she got on her feet, it wasn't so bad. She crept down the hall.

  There was Trina, back in her same place on the couch. Abbie paused near the stairs. She pitied Trina. This poor kid got lost in her own world with no one to pull her out of it. She could spend the rest of her life trapped in an internal hell of video games and wordless pictures.

  Abbie tiptoed down the stairs, walked over to the couch and sat down next to Trina. Trina jumped to her feet faster than lightning, but Abbie moved faster. She plucked the phone out of Trina's hand, and when Trina darted for her room, the earphones popped out of her ears.

  Trina whirled around with her teeth bared. “You give me that back.”

  Abbie wound the wires around the phone and closed it in one hand. “Sit down, Trina. I want to talk to you.”

  “I will never talk to you,” Trina snarled. “I hate you. You're a fucking bitch whore. Do you think I don't hear you fucking my dad all night long? Don't even think about giving me that fake nanny act. You're nothing but a tramp.”

  Abbie colored, but she couldn't let Trina turn the tables on her. Trina kept everyone at arm's length. If Abbie backed down now, Trina would never find a way out of her depression. “Sit down, Trina. We're going to talk.”

  “I don't have to talk to you. I'm going to my room.”

  Abbie kept her voice calm and low. “If you don't sit down right now, you'll never get this phone back. You can go to your room, but you won't take the phone with you.”

  Trina frowned down at her. Then she smacked her lips and threw herself down on the couch. She crossed her arms and glared out the window. “Say whatever you have to say and get it over with.”

  Abbie took a deep breath. “You can't read, Trina. You're a brilliant artist, but you can't read or write. I guess you're worried about somebody finding out. That's why you keep so much to yourself. Something went wrong, and you slipped through the cracks. You've been hiding it all this time, and now you're so far behind you can't go to school anymore. Isn't that true?”

  Trina went very stiff and still, but she didn't turn around. She stared out the window. Abbie waited with bated breath. “How did you find out?”

  “I thought of it while I was looking at your artwork. You drew all those incredible pictures, but there's no writing. I've taken care of a lot of kids in my time. I've seen seven-year-olds writing novels in their art books, along with full-color illustrations. Once a kid learns to read and write, they don't stop. The words and and pictures get all mixed up together, but you don't have that. Your art kept developing, but there were no words, no letters, no math. That's how I figured it out.”

  Trina held her shoulders perfectly still. All of a sudden, she sank into the couch with a tense outrushing of breath. “Does my dad know?”


  “I haven't told him. I guess you've kept it secret from your mother and everyone else, too. I didn't want to tell your dad until I talked to you first.”

  “If you ever tell him or anybody else, I'll kill you.”

  Abbie pursed her lips. “Listen, Trina. You can keep this secret and continue living in your own private nightmare, or you can come clean and learn to read. You don't have to go to school to do that. I can help you here. I can work with you to bring you up to speed so no one ever finds out, but you have to learn to read. You'll never live a decent life if you don't.”

  Ever so slowly, Trina turned around to face her. For the first time, Abbie saw a light come on in the girl's face. “I know. I want to. I just don't know how.”

  Abbie's heart beat faster. “Do you want me to work with you and teach you? We can do that during the day, and your dad never has to find out.”

  Trina's eyes widened. “You would do that? You would keep it a secret from my dad?”

  “Of course. I won't tell him if you don't want me to. I only want to help you. Nothing matters as much as that. I know your dad would agree with me. If he knew what we were doing, he would want me to keep your secret. He wants you to be able to trust me, and I'll do anything to make that happen.”

  Trina blinked back tears. “No one has ever done anything like that for me.”

  Abbie held out the phone. “Whatever you decide to do, it will help you to have one person in the world who knows the truth. When your dad is out of the house, we can work together to get your reading skills up.”

  “What about when I go home to my Mom's? What will happen then?”

  “If we start right away, you'll be reading by the time you go home. If we work hard, we can make it so no one ever finds out.”

  Trina bowed her head and nodded down at the phone in her lap. “Okay. I'll do it. Just don't let my dad find out.”

  “Don't worry. You can trust me. Now tell me. How much you do you know? Do you know the alphabet?”

  “I know the alphabet. I got stuck trying to figure out how to put all the sounds together to make the words. My first-grade teacher got frustrated with me, and she had too many other kids to work with to spend anymore time with me. She told my mom not to worry about it, that I would figure it out in time, but I never did. One year after another passed, and I managed to get everyone focused on my artwork so they never noticed I couldn't read.”

  “And did you quit school when you couldn't hide it anymore?”

  Trina nodded. “My last teacher wanted me to write a report on an art show in town. I didn't do it, and she said I had to do it as a punishment. She said I couldn't come back to school until I did it. That's when I said I wouldn't go back. My mom never found out the real reason why.”

  “I see. Well, let's start with the basics. Let's get some paper and a pencil, and we'll start going over the sounds of the letters.”

  Abbie got a notepad and a pencil from her room and settled on the couch next to Trina. Trina still cuddled her phone in her hand. Abbie wrote a big A in pencil. “What's that?”

  “A.”

  She went through the whole alphabet and even mixed up the letters. Trina got them all right. “That's very good. You're good at this. You're halfway there.”

  Trina brightened up. “Really?”

  “Sure. It's great you know the alphabet. That's half the battle right there. Now I'm going to point to a letter, and you tell me what sound it makes.” She pointed to the letter B.

  “That's a B. That says B-uh.”

  “Right. Great. Now, what's this?” Abbie pointed to the letter F.

  “F-uh.”

  “Terrific. You're doing great. What about this one? This is a hard one.” She pointed to the A.

  Trina frowned. “A says Aye.”

  “That's great. I knew you would be good at this. If you can get A, you can get anything.”

  Trina looked up at her. “Are you sure that's right? My old teacher said A says Aah.”

  “It does, sometimes, but that's nothing you need to worry about. Keep telling me the sounds. What about this?” She pointed to the O.

  Trina laughed for the first time. “That's another easy one. That says Ooh.”

  Trina's laugh made Abbie laugh, too. “You're too good for me. Since you're so good, let's move on to something more complicated. What's this?”

  Abbie wrote TO. Trina scowled down at the page. “I don't know that. That's too hard for me.”

  “Think about it. You just told me the sounds of both these letters. What sound does T make?”

  “T-uh.”

  “And what sound does O make, Miss Smarty-pants?”

  Trina's face cracked open in a big grin. “Ooh.”

  “Now put them together. Smear them together like you're spreading jam on a piece of toast.”

  Trina couldn't stop grinning. “T-uh...Ooh.”

  “Faster.”

  “T...oe. Toe.”

  Abbie burst out laughing. “Very good. That's excellent. It actually says Too, but you did perfectly. You said the sounds together perfectly. You're gonna be a great reader.” She put the notepad on the coffee table.

  Trina looked back and forth between the notepad and Abbie. “Is that it? Aren't we gonna keep doing it?”

  “That's enough for today. You did very well. If you keep going like that, you'll be reading in no time.”

  Trina frowned again. “I want to keep going.”

  “You don't want to do too much, too soon. If you want to do something, you can practice in your art book. Try writing the letters and putting the sounds together. That's the best thing you can do.”

  Trina hopped off the couch. “Okay. I'll do that.” She picked up the notepad. “Can I take this and copy it?”

  “Sure. Let me know if you need help with anything.”

  Trina disappeared, and when Abbie peeked through her open bedroom door an hour later, she spotted Trina covering page after page with letters. Her lips moved with her pen.

  Chapter 8

  Abbie went back to her room, and when she rested her aching limbs on the bed, she fell sound asleep. She woke up in pitch darkness. The condo stood silent and empty all around her. She sat up and listened, but no sound came from outside her room. She poked her head into the hall. No lights shone in the living room.

  She crept out to the kitchen and found a plate of dinner in the fridge. Malcolm must have left it there for her. She found two dishes in the dishwasher, one for him and one for Trina, so they both must have already eaten. The clock read eleven-fifty-seven. Dang, she must have been a lot more tired than she realized.

  She tiptoed back down the hall to her room, but she paused on the threshold. Was Malcolm upstairs waiting for her? Did he decide to leave her alone for the night? Maybe he wasn't interested in her anymore.

  Never mind. She had her work to do with Trina. That's what she really came to this condo to do, and she wouldn't leave Trina alone, now that Abbie uncovered her deep, dark secret. She would see Trina through until she could read well enough to go out on her own.

  Mischievous excitement sent Abbie's blood singing. What if Malcolm was upstairs right now? What if he was lying on his bed with a raging hard-on? What if Abbie walked in and climbed on top of him? What if she rode him to glorious rapture all over again? What if he grabbed her by the back of the head and sprayed his seedy mixture up into her?

  Her pussy oozed open, and her lips dripped into her panties. She could just steal up there and find out. She eased up the stairs to the upper level and down the hall to his door. Her heart sank when she found the door open. The room was pitch dark and the bed neatly made. No Malcolm, no hard-on, no glorious rapture.

  Abbie wandered over to the big windows and watched the city lights for a while. Where was he? Was he out there somewhere right now? Was he dreaming of her the way she dreamed of him?

  She turned around and surveyed the bathroom suite. It sure was a nice bathroom. She wouldn't mind enjoying it, just once. Her
pussy and ass could use it right about now. She turned on the tub water and checked the temperature. She rested on the bed while she waited for the tub to fill. She left one bedside lamp burning so the bathroom remained in darkness. Only the city lights glistened on the churning water.

  Just then, footsteps approached along the hall and Malcolm turned into the bedroom. He smiled at Abbie and the filling bathtub. “I thought I'd find you up here. Taking a midnight soak?”

  Abbie nodded. “I need it. Where have you been?”

  “I went out for a drive in town.” He sat down next to her. “I took Trina to the airport.”

  Abbie gasped. “You what?”

  He sat down on the bed next to her. “She told me everything. She told me all about what happened, and how she never learned to read. She went back to her mother's, but she says she's going to tell her mother the truth, too. She's going to work to learn to read so she can get back into school.” He took her hand. “I don't know what you did, but you did it. You got through to her. She thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread.”

  Abbie hung her head. “I wish she hadn't left. She was doing so well this afternoon.”

  “She's ready to go ahead on her own. She's ready to face this and beat it. Her mother and I will work with her and get her back into school.” His voice cracked. “She's happier than I've seen her in years. You did it. You gave me my little girl back.”

  She put out her arms to fold him in a tight embrace. “I was only doing my job. She deserves so much better than to sit on the couch playing games all day, but if she's gone home to her mother's, you don't need me anymore. I don't have to work here as your nanny anymore.”

  “You won't be Trina's nanny anymore, but I need you more than ever, Abbie.” He kissed her hand. “Don't you see? Now that you're not working for me, there's nothing to stop us being together for real. You can stay here with me. You don't ever have to leave. You can stay in this room and make your home here—with me.”

  Abbie caught her breath. “Are you serious? You really want me to stay?”

  “I never wanted anything more in my life.” He touched a tear from the corner of his eye. “I thought you came here just for me. I thought you came here as an answer to my prayers. I didn't know you came here to save Trina, too. You must be some kind of angel from heaven.”