by Amy Brent
Table of Contents
That One Night
Prologue
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
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
My Best Friend’s Ex (Sneak Peek)
Copyright © 2018 Amy Brent – All Rights Reserved
That One Night
A Fake Marriage Romance
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Sam Weis wants to marry me?
It’s one way to get that crazy b$tch off my back.
But Sam? That’s playing with fire.
A bad boy Rockstar with melting eyes and that dimpled cocky grin.
I wasn’t going to say no.
It was one long hot steamy night.
My hands in his tousled hair, his lips so hungry on my skin…
I broke it off the next day, but I haven’t forgotten.
His wounded gaze still eats up my soul.
And now he’s proposing marriage to save my ass.
It’s just business, right?
We won’t forget it’s pretend.
Will we?
Prologue
Faye
I sat at the worn wood bar at Lunar Café, staring into my tiny cup of espresso but not really seeing it. The café was a local favorite in the Seattle neighborhood and open twenty-four hours. I had spent more than my fair share of time hanging out at the place, trying to wind down after a stressful day at work.
I didn’t have to worry about that anymore. It was a bitter thought. I took a sip of the strong coffee. A storm of emotions filled me, and I didn’t even know where to begin to decipher it all.
I was nervous and excited, anxious and angry, and, if I was being honest with myself, which I always made a point to be, fucking terrified.
I was finally branching off on my own, not that I’d had much of a choice.
I had been working at one of the largest talent agencies in Seattle. I’d worked my way up the totem pole for the last five years of my career. Things had been going great. I’d been in line for the promotion to lead agent I’d been eyeing.
And then everything had gone to hell, and I knew exactly whose fault that was: Bryce’s. I shuddered just thinking his name.
I had known it was a mistake to get involved with the lead singer of one of the bands my company represented. It had started out fun and lighthearted, but things had gotten serious fast.
And then, as they always did when it came to me and relationships, things had gone badly. Namely, he hadn’t kept his hands off the groupies or his dick in his pants where it belonged.
I’d found out and been heartbroken, and then pissed, and then I’d broken up with him. I didn’t do cheaters. I shook my head at myself. I should know better by now, damn it. I always fell for the same type: dark and brooding, poetic and sensual. Goddamned musicians.
No more, I promised myself, taking another sip. No more musicians. Never again. They weren’t worth the heartache.
But if it had just been a bruised heart—and if I was honest, a bruised ego—it wouldn’t have been that bad, except after I broke things off, Bryce went on a smear campaign against me. Instead of sticking up for me, the higher-ups at the agency had fired me. Letting me go, my boss had called it, due to extenuating circumstances.
Hah! Due to extenuating douchebags maybe. All they saw were dollar signs, and Bryce was the singer for one of their biggest bands.
I went back to sipping my espresso, staring out over the crowd of young locals. It was their loss. I was one of the best agents they had.
I’d been dreaming of branching out and starting my own agency for years. This was just the shove I needed. Yep, that was all it was, just fate telling my it was time to take the leap. Sure, it was a little more abrupt that I’d expected, but I was damn good at my job. I had contacts all over the country thanks to my old job. I would show them all. In fact, I had a meeting with my first new client the very next day.
It was a local band. I hadn’t seen them live, but I’d heard their demo and knew they were good. Really good. And I was going to make them great.
I drew in a deep breath as the guy sat down next to me and ordered a drink. That was how I thought of him every time I saw him. He was dark, broody, and delicious—my kryptonite.
I’d seen him before at Lunar, and every single time I couldn’t keep my eyes, or my fantasies, off him.
He had chestnut-brown hair that was tousled like he’d just run his fingers through it. Or just gotten out of bed. The thought had heat stinging my cheeks, but it didn’t stop me from watching him from my peripheral. He was tall with the lean muscles of a swimmer and strong, broad shoulders.
It was his eyes, though, that captivated me. Soulful dark eyes that stared out from under slashing brows. He was all cocky, sarcastic confidence on the outside, but all anyone had to do was look at his eyes to know he was a wounded soul. They were the eyes of a poet. Oh god, he really was exactly the type that made me go weak in the knees and turned my body to jelly.
He smiled at me, a self-deprecating, lopsided smile that had a dimple winking at me from his right cheek, and I was lost. All it took was a simple smile and I melted on the barstool.
“Hey, I’ve seen you here before,” he said, speaking softly so I had to lean forward to hear him over the noise of the crowded café.
“I live just down the street,” I said with a smile. “I come here a lot.”
“Really? Well, I might just have to start showing up more often, especially if I get to see you.” His smile grew into a grin, as if he knew what he was saying was cheesy as hell. He just didn’t care. And damn it, I knew it too, but that didn’t stop the tingles from shivering down my spine.
“I’m Sam by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Faye.” I held out my hand on instinct and he took it, but he didn’t shake it or release it. He just held it, lightly brushing his thumb over the sensitive back of my hand.
“So, you’re a local?”
“I grew up in the Midwest and transferred out here for college,” I said easily. And I was surprised that it was. He was easy to talk to, like I’d known him for five years instead of five minutes.
As we talked, he asked me questions about myself instead of just telling me all about him. He seemed honestly interested in me, curious about my life. It was a refreshing change from all the egotistical musicians I’d had in my life.
We joked and flirted, and I lost myself in the conversation. Hours ticked by like minutes, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was actually opening myself up. I didn’t think of Sam as a stranger. I couldn’t. It felt like I was sitting next to someone I’d known my whole life. He was funny and sweet and, most of all, actually listened to me.
I was so engrossed in him that I barely noticed the time pass, but when I looked down at the clock on my phone, I jumped in surprise.
“Holy
shit! I should…I should be going.” Regret welled up inside me. I didn’t want to leave him, not his conversation or the smoldering way he’d been looking at me for the past hour.
I reluctantly got to my feet and headed for the door.
“Wait!” Sam said, chasing after me. “At least…at least give me your number. I want…I can’t…I’ve never…damn it.” He struggled to get the words out, but I understood perfectly. I’d never either.
A wave of recklessness flowed through me. I didn’t know if it was because I’d been fired from my job, because of the way he made me feel when he looked at me—like I was the only person who existed in the world—or the terrible ache inside me.
Whatever the reason, I found myself turning back toward him, the words falling out of my mouth before I could even think to stop them.
“Do you…do you want to come back to my place?” Heat filled my cheeks as a blush stained them pink. I could hardly believe I’d just said that out loud. I waited for the regret or recrimination to rise because of my offer, which was so unlike me. But neither did. The only thing I felt was excitement, anticipation, and a wild desire that made me want to grab him and kiss him right there in the middle of the crowded café.
Sam’s dark eyes widened in surprise for a moment before flaring with heat that burned me from the inside out. He didn’t say anything, just nodded, holding out his hand.
He waited, patient, understanding. Giving me the chance to change my mind, to tell him no, to turn and walk away without him. But I didn’t want to be alone damn it. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to change my mind. Once I had my heart set on something, neither heaven nor hell could keep my away, and I’d set my heart on Sam—at least for the night.
I didn’t hesitate as I took his hand in mine and pulled him through the exit doors. Neither of us said a word as we walked hand in hand down the few blocks to my apartment. It was on the top floor of a posh building, but I didn’t care about any of that.
The only thing I cared about at the moment was seeing if the rest of him looked as good as the teasing glimpses I’d gotten so far.
“Wow. This is your place?” Sam asked as I pushed open the door. “Nice digs.”
“Thanks.” The word was a distant murmur. I wasn’t looking around at my place, was ignoring the soft white walls and eclectic artwork scattered around the penthouse. My job paid well. Had, I reminded myself, feeling another pang of anger, but it just spurred on the heat and recklessness inside me.
I’d spent my whole life playing by the rules, and what had I gotten for it? Fired. Well, I was done with that. Done with following other people rules. Done with letting other people direct my life.
I was going to start living my life the way I wanted, and I was going to start right now, with Sam.
My lips tipped up into a grin, and I didn’t let myself stop and think as I sauntered toward him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt in both hands and pulled him close for a kiss that shattered me.
I wound my fingers through his too-long shaggy curls, and Sam had to bend down to meet my lips. His hands weren’t idle either. As we both grew breathless, his touch teased down my back and across my rib cage to settle at the tuck of my waist.
“Bedroom. Now.” I said, barely able to get the words out, let alone form complete sentences. “Here.”
I didn’t wait for his answer, just grabbed him by the hand and dragged him down the hall to my bedroom. I didn’t bother flicking on the lights. I was too impatient. My body called out for his, a desire so intense that it made my hands shake as I tore at his clothes.
If my mind had been functioning, I would have asked myself why. Why was it so intense? Why did I want him so much more than I’d ever wanted Bryce? I’d thought I’d been in love with him. Why this man? Why did Sam affect me so?
But my brain wasn’t working. All my thoughts were focused on my center, which was already warm and wet and more than ready for him, but he still slowed me when I dragged him toward the bed.
We were both completely nude now, but he still didn’t give me what I wanted. No, what I desperately needed.
I nearly growled in frustration as he laid me gently back on the bed. I didn’t want gentle damn it. I felt wild and out of control, and I wanted him the same way.
Sam probably would have been worried if he had seen the devilish grin that spread across my face a moment before I flipped him onto his back. He must have been surprised. It was the only way I would have been able to move his much larger frame.
He looked up at me with that same surprise shining in his melting dark eyes, and I couldn’t hold back a husky chuckle as I made my way down his muscular body.
“Wh–what are you doing, I?” He groaned the words as I teased him with my tongue, tracing across the dips and valleys of his rib cage and abs, taking a detour to the cut line of his hips.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I asked, every word dripping with sinful intent. I was going to drive him wild.
I didn’t stop again until I went further south, and before Sam could tense any more, I took as much of his rock-hard erection as I could into the warm cavern of my mouth. I relished the pleasure-filled gasps I was pretty sure Sam wasn’t even aware he was making. Each sound rolled through me, making me swell even more with anticipation.
Damn, I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made me want them this bad. Not Bryce. Not anyone before him. It occurred to me that no one had ever made me feel this. The thought troubled me for an instant but was shredded as hard hands gripped my shoulders. I was pulled up his lean body, and as I stared down into his darkly handsome face, I could see that he was just as wild and out of control as I was.
“I need you. Now.” The words were like gravel coming from his hoarse throat. “I can’t wait anymore.”
My entire body was trembling as he slipped on a condom in record time. He paused then for one second, teasing my drenched pussy with his fingers to make sure I was ready.
“Now, Sam.” I groaned. I couldn’t wait either. My body was on fire with need and he was the only one who could quench it.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He grasped my hips hard as I settled over him, my thighs straddling his, and he slowly guided me onto his thick cock. It stretched me inside, more than his fingers had, but I was more than ready for him.
And I was far too impatient for his slow, tentative thrusts. I threw my head back, my dark hair streaming in long waves down my back as I rode him. Faster and faster, harder and harder until we were both panting and glistening with sweat.
Every time he sank deep inside me, the swollen head of his cock brushed against all the hypersensitive nerve endings, and each time wound me tighter and tighter.
It felt like every atom in my body was about to explode. I wasn’t even aware of the panting moans that fell from my lips. I was lost in my own world of ecstasy where nothing and no one else existence except for me and Sam.
I felt the tension start, little shockwaves that went off in my deepest, most sensitive places, and before I could open my breath to scream, it rolled over me. The massive tidal wave of pleasure and sensation knocked the breath from my lungs.
It was all I could do to hold on as Sam flipped me over onto my back, fucking me fast and furious. I still couldn’t breath as another orgasm ripped through my body.
I threw my head back, my eyes squeezed shut as tight as they could go, every muscle in my body clenched against the pleasure that swamped me.
A second later I heard Sam groan out my name as he shuddered above me, but it was a long time before I could catch my breath again.
I let out a panting giggle as Sam fell onto the bed beside.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asked, a small smile teasing his lips as he glanced down at me. Warmth still shone from his dark eyes, and there was a satisfied gleam there as well. We both knew what he’d done to my body. And damn it, I wanted him to do it all over again.
“I j
ust…I’ve never done this before.”
“What, meet a guy at a Seattle coffee shop and bring him home to your penthouse apartment in the middle of the afternoon and then rock his world?” Humor edged his words, and it had my own smile growing as I rolled my eyes up at him.
“I wasn’t thinking anything that specific, actually,” I said sardonically, “but…yeah.”
“Well if it’s any consolation, I don’t do this often either.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, causing another wave of laughter. “Not that I wouldn’t like to add it to my routine, now that you mention it.”
“That…that is not what I…” I broke off, shaking my head at him, loving the heat and laughter that swirled in his dark gaze as he looked down at me. I watched as a moment of regret flashed across his handsome features before he rolled out of the bed.
I stretched, feeling more amazing than I had in…as long as I could remember. I’d been so stressed over the last couple months, dealing with the agency and the fallout with Bryce, that I hadn’t taken a single moment just for myself, just done what I’d wanted to do.
No more, I promised myself. I was going to put me first, treat myself right, live by my own rules for a change.
I was so lost in my thoughts that it took me several minutes to realize Sam was nearly dressed.
“Leaving already?” I asked, fighting a blush. I really wasn’t used to this “I was thinking you could stay for dinner at least…considering we already had dessert.”
“I wish I could,” Sam said softly, and then he looked at me, still naked except for the sheet twined around my body. “Believe me, I really wish I could, but I’ve got practice. And I can’t be late…again.”
“Practice?” I asked curiously, ignoring the little niggle of dread that went off in the back of my head. “What kind of practice? Basketball? Baseball?”
“Ha! No.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t really do sports.”
Uh oh. “What…um…what are you practicing then? For a play?”
He gave me an odd look. “No, with my band. I’m a guitarist for a local band called—”
