“I have no idea,” I reply.
It appears that we’re equally confused.
“Maxim, I’m glad you’re here because I couldn’t even get a hold of you,” Rachel says. “That’s why I’m late. I was outside trying to call you.”
“Well I’m here,” he answers, confused.
And now I’m confused. If he isn’t here for the same reason I am— because Rachel called me and told me to come— then what is he doing here? Don’t tell me he’s going to buy another girl…
“I’m here because Bianca called me,” he says, quickly, as if to ease the fear starting to well up inside me again.
“Bianca?” Rachel and I both say, obviously equally as confused.
Now as if someone cued her, Bianca approaches us.
“Oh, there you all are,” she says. “What a lovely little reunion we have going on tonight at The Exchange.”
We just stare at her, each of us barely even blinking.
“When I heard Rachel call Celeste right after she got here, before changing into her evening gown or anything— Rachel, you really shouldn’t be out here in street clothes—” she pauses to scold, “—I just had to put an end to all of this. For Terri’s sake. And everyone’s really.”
“Yeah, right,” Rachel laughs. “For your sake, you mean. I know you’ve had a crush on Maxim for years now. You confided as much to me when I first started working here.”
“I did no such thing,” Bianca’s cheeks redden. “It was you who said you had a crush on Maxim, and quite a few other patrons of our fine establishment, if I remember correctly—”
“That’s crazy,” Rachel says. “All I ever said are that some of them are younger and better looking than I had originally imagined.”
“Well thank you,” Maxim says, and I can’t help but laugh.
The whole picture is coming together now that I know that Bianca wanted my man.
My man.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment for having thought that, but then I realize I didn’t say it out loud. No one knows how much I wish he was actually my man.
“You took that and ran with it, turned it into what you wanted it to be,” Rachel tells Bianca. “And you’ve made a crazy competition out of it ever since. Now the joke’s on you, because it turns out Maxim doesn’t want either one of us. Which is fine with me, since I’m spoken for. And because he’s obviously ga ga over my best friend Celeste here.”
Bianca looks like she’s going to melt. But I’m paying more attention to the way that Rachel looks when she says that she’s spoken for. She seems more confident and sure of herself than before.
“Did Billy propose?” I guess.
“It doesn’t matter what Maxim wants,” Bianca interrupts, clearly not caring whether Rachel’s boyfriend proposed nor about how rude she’s being. “What matters is the good of the club. I called Maxim here so that I could tell him— and you two— to make your choice. If he is going to be carrying on with Celeste then he can’t be involved in the club. And neither of you can work here.”
She glares particularly cruelly at Rachel when she says this.
“What?” I explode. “Rachel had nothing to do with any of this. I don’t want to work here. But she shouldn’t be penalized because Maxim is seeing someone. If he’s seeing someone.”
I hastily correct myself, and he squeezes my shoulders for reassurance.
Okay good. We are seeing each other. Whatever that means.
I feel over the moon, even though I’m annoyed at Bianca and concerned about Rachel’s job. Apparently I still have a lot to figure out.
Chapter 15 – Celeste
“Don’t worry about it,” Rachel tells Bianca. “I came here to say I’m quitting. That’s why I didn’t change out of my clothes. And I needed to talk to Celeste before I quit.”
“You are?” I say. “So, Billy did propose? I’m so happy for you!”
“No,” Rachel says. “But he’s been dropping hints. I know he will soon. And I decided you’re right. I shouldn’t work here anymore, even if Billy doesn’t care. I have bigger and better things in life to look forward to.”
I hadn’t actually told her that. I had just told her to be honest with him or quit, or preferably both. But I know she’s rubbing it into Bianca. And I know Rachel doesn’t want Bianca to know that Billy still doesn’t know she works here.
So, I just hug her and say “Congratulations on this decision, Rachel. I’m so proud of you.”
“I was also going to tell you that you should do what you can to lock down what you think you might have with Maxim here,” she tells me, returning my hug. “You should chase love and happiness like you’ve encouraged me to do. If you think you might really love each other, it could be the real thing. So just try. But I see you two already started doing that without my encouragement.”
Maxim and I both laugh.
“On that note,” says Maxim. “I’m going to need to use the Enclave. Please let Terri know.”
“What for?” says Bianca, annoyed. “And when?”
“Right now,” Maxim says. “I have some unfinished business with my girlfriend here.”
He winks at me.
“If you want to be my girlfriend, of course?” he asks.
“Of course,” I tell him, and Rachel says, “Yay, I’m so happy for you kids.”
Only she could call a grown man a “kid” and look cute while doing it.
“But I’ve got to jet,” she continues. “Billy is taking me to another dinner tonight. And I think I really might get that proposal this time. That’s why I need the dress.”
“Good luck,” I tell her, handing her the dress. “And thanks for asking me to fill in for you.”
I squeeze Maxim’s hand.
I can’t believe he’s my boyfriend.
This solves everything. No one will have to know I worked here, because I only “worked” for the man who is my boyfriend. I won’t get in any trouble with my actual job.
And Rachel’s flying the coop as well. Not to mention, of course, that I can finally proclaim my true love for Maxim— again, for real this time— without feeling like an idiot.
“Bet you never thought you’d be thanking me for that,” Rachel says with a wink.
“You’re right, as usual,” I answer, as she practically floats away.
I’m so happy for her. I know she’ll get the happy ending she deserves, just like I am.
“Seriously, Maxim,” Bianca says, shaking her head. “You can’t just use the Enclave to meet with your personal… date…”— I can tell the word ‘girlfriend’ pains her too much to say— “whenever you want. It costs money you know. And it’s bad for business. What will the other patrons or workers think? I don’t know if Terri will even let you.”
“Oh, I’m sure she will,” Maxim says. “I’ve been a paying customer for years and this will be my last rendezvous at The Exchange. Unless Celeste gets a strange itch to relive our beginnings, of course.”
I laugh.
“I’m willing to pay for it, of course,” Maxim tells Bianca. “Just name your price. I’ve already paid a million dollars for her. And she’s worth every penny and then some.”
Bianca’s lips pucker up as if she just ate something sour. Or more accurately, as if she’s about to cry.
I’m sure that Maxim added that last part just to get this reaction from her. But I still like that he said it, no matter the reason.
“Fine,” Bianca says, turning and storming off, probably to avoid crying in front of us. “I’m sure you’re welcome to get started, since you’ve always been Terri’s favorite.”
“Well, my Dear,” Maxim says, as I take his arm just like I did a week ago and he leads me to the private room.
I feel a tingle of excitement now that I know some of what’s in store for me, and I know that whatever the unknown holds will be scintillating.
“Shall we try this again?”
“Most definitely,” I answer.
There is nothing I’d like mo
re.
Epilogue
Celeste
I’m tied up again in the Enclave, but this time I’m facing the wall and my ass is spread wide open in front of Maxim, just like my pussy was last time.
I turn around to catch a glimpse of his muscular, toned chest.
“I’ve slipped your tip into the pocket of your jeans,” he tells me, and I look over to where they’re crumbled in a heap on the floor. “You’ll be quite pleased with the amount.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him. “After all, I’m your girlfriend now.”
“The tip was supposed to be to thank you for the adventure of a life,” he says. “But now it’s also for letting me do this next.”
“What’s this?” I ask him, and then I feel a hard sting on my ass at the same time that I hear a whap.
“Owww! Maxim!”
“Sorry,” he says. “But I thought you were down to see what else I’m into.”
“I am,” I tell him, even though I can feel my ass turning red.
“Good,” he says, hitting me again.
“Owww,” I whimper.
He twists my nipples and positions himself behind me.
“One day I’m going to take your anal virginity too,” he tells me.
“Okay,” I agree.
“And I’m going to fuck you without wearing a condom. Because you’re my girlfriend now and we’re going to get a lot more serious.”
He says this as he’s putting a condom on.
“Okay,” I agree again.
“And things are going to get a lot rougher. So, enjoy this while it’s nice and gentle.”
“Okay.”
He slaps my ass hard and then slaps my nipples.
He calls this gentle?
I love the way it hurts though. I enjoy everything he does to me as well as the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain that rushes through my body as he does it.
“But first I want to hear you beg me to fuck you,” he tells me, as he pulls out the bullet vibrator and begins rubbing it all over my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I tell him, the physical sensation from the vibration and my desire for him combining to drive me wild already. “That feels so good.”
“Does it, baby?” he asks, pushing the vibrator up inside my pussy while he expertly massages my clit with his other hand.
He bites my neck and then each of my shoulders right on top— just above my shoulder blade— as if he’s marking me as his.
“I’m claiming you as mine,” he says.
“It feels so good, Maxim,” I tell him, letting go and giving in to the cascading feeling of near release. “Please fuck me, Maxim, please.”
My carnal instincts take over and I moan and hum while I come on the vibrator and my juices drip out into his hand.
“Please fuck me Maxim, I want you so bad.”
“I love when you beg me to fuck you,” he says. “So much so that I’m going to give in and fuck my little slutty virgin, who is mine forever.”
Forever.
I’ve never felt more satisfied— emotionally or physically— in my entire life. And I love the fact that we’re just getting started.
Maxim
I grind my cock up against Celeste’s pussy while I squeeze her ass. Then I spank her with the whip while she cries out in pain.
“Don’t stop, Maxim,” she says. “Please keep doing whatever you want with me.”
“What my little slutty virgin wants, she gets,” I promise.
I pull and twist her nipples and spank them some too. Then I ram my cock into her pussy, not slowing down to make it easier on her this time. I want to fuck her with the full force of my entire ten inches.
“That feels so good, Daddy,” she says, even though she also grunts in pain a little bit.
She sounds out of breath and I know it hurts but I also know that she loves that it hurts. Just like I do.
I give in to my wildest desires and fuck her hard and fast, looking down at my cock going in and out of her pussy as I squeeze it tight around my cock by applying more pressure to the inner part of her ass.
I stick my finger in her pussy and spread it open even wider. My finger is crammed inside her along with my cock until there’s not room for anything else.
“You’re stuffing me so full, Daddy,” she says. “I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too, Celeste,” I say, still barely able to believe I’m saying it.
I never thought I’d love anyone. I’d never wanted to. Not after what I’ve seen love do. It can break a man: his heart, his soul, it even wears on his body. My father looks years older than he is. It can make a man cruel and heartless to his own son.
But as I fuck Celeste, and she comes all over my cock and finger, I know I’ve never felt such deep surrender and complete wholeness at the same time.
I want a different future— a better one— than the past my father had. Perhaps I could make a child with Celeste and prove myself wrong about what I wanted and what I can be. Perhaps I can be a good boyfriend, a good husband, a good father.
The possibilities feel endless when her ass and pussy are spread wide open for me, when I’m jamming myself as far into her as I can reach.
I take my finger out of her pussy and love how it’s dripping wet with her juices. I reach across her beautiful, curvy body and put my finger in her mouth while I stick the finger from my other hand into her pussy in its place. She eagerly licks the juices off of me and she’s really good at it.
I’m surprised I haven’t made her go down on me yet, but I know there’s plenty of time for that still in our future. There’s plenty of time for everything.
“Suck my finger like it’s my cock, while I fuck your pussy,” I command.
“Yes, Maxim,” she moans, licking up and down my finger and then sucking hard on it, coming again on my dick.
I take my other finger out of her pussy and then rub her own juices all over her asshole. When she’s done licking the finger that was in her mouth, I rub her own saliva— mixed with her own pussy juices— all over her ass hole as well. Then I stick my finger in her ass hole and play with it while I thrust my cock in and out of her.
“Yes, oh yes,” she cries, and the thought of fucking her ass hole makes my cock swell with a huge load.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, pulling her hair back and making her look at me. “Your boyfriend’s about to come.”
“I’m coming with you, Boyfriend,” she says, as we moan together and our breathing gets as hard and fast as my cock is fucking her tight, wet pussy while one of my hands is fingering her sweet little asshole and the other is pulling her hair.
As I give in to the best orgasm of my life, I’m certain that she is everything I could ever want and more. I knew from the moment I heard that she was going to come to The Exchange club, I wanted her.
I could tell from the moment I saw her that she would sell me her V-card on V-day. It was a given that I’d take her body and possess her mind with desire and passion she’d never before known. But I wasn’t anticipating what being with her would do to my heart.
I’m a changed man, and I love that I am. I love what she’s done to me.
“Celeste,” I moan, gripping her tight and meeting her hunched-over, tied-up body so that I can bite her collarbone one more time for good measure.
So that anyone looking knows that she’s mine. I took her, I claimed her and I’m not letting her go.
“You drive me crazy in the best way possible. I love you.”
She’s panting and sweaty and my cock clearly loves it all as much as I do, because it spasms inside her after it finishes blowing its load. We are ending things on a much better note than we did a week ago. And I know it’s only just the beginning for us.
She sighs, and turns her head to look back into my eyes, obviously thinking the same exact thing.
“I love you too, Maxim.”
And this time neither of us are embarrassed. Instead, both of us are
completely fulfilled.
THE END.
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Wife Wanted: A Billionaire Fake Fiancé Romance
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Chapter One – Lindsey
I made a mistake. I gave a guy my real number by accident. He wasn’t even good looking, and now my phone is blowing up. Good god, how fucking stupid of me.
I had just got out the shower, feeling clean and sexy. The steam around me made me cozy as I dried off. I tried to wait out the annoying sound of my phone going off. But he had a strong determination.
Didn’t guys get the point after the fifth damn call? When I was finally dry, I stalked into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. Flicking the red phone button on the side to deny his call, I dropped it back down onto the bed and went to my wardrobe.
Being naked was nice, but only for a while. My tits were getting cold. And with no man here to suck my nipples, it would only get on my nerves. That was what men were for; pleasure.
Yeah, there was happy couples and all that jazz. But that was playing Russian Roulette with your heart, and I wasn’t willing to get stabbed a dozen times to find prince charming. No way in hell. I chose a skinny black dress to compliment my short red hair that I had recently cut into a bob.
It fit my face. And it made me undeniably sexier than I had been before.
Knock, knock, knock.
I approached the door with soft steps without saying a word. Once I was up against the peep hole I had to make out who I saw. The glass on my peep hole was shit. Why was it even here? I rolled my eyes.
“Who is it?” I asked, seeing a feminine figure sway. Hmm, that movement was familiar.
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