“Beats me. But what if I said I could make you a rich woman? Say thirty grand for a month of work?”
Kitty wouldn’t meet my eyes, still looking frantically around the room.
“Shoes, shoes, shoes,” she murmured, “Shoes.”
I chuckled again.
“Baby girl, like I said, thirty grand for one month’s work. And I’d even let you go on with your life if you wanted. You could keep going to school, keep going to classes, heck, even keep working here if you wanted. Of course, there’d be no more waitressing, but if you wanted to get a back office job, I’m sure we could find you something to do at the Milano.”
Kitty wasn’t listening, still looking around frantically.
“Shoes,” she murmured. “Shoes.”
I sighed.
“Sixty grand then,” I rumbled. “Sixty grand for a month of your time. That’s two g’s a day baby girl, two thousand dollars. Think about what you could do with it.”
That caught her attention. The brunette’s chin jerked up, those big brown eyes catching mine.
“I don’t know why you think I’m a slut,” she said in a low voice. “But it’s a no go. I’m not doing it.”
My eyebrows raised.
“Not even for sixty thou? Fine then. One hundred for a month’s work. One hundred thousand dollars for a month of your time.”
But the girl wasn’t persuaded.
“No, I can’t. I can’t do anything else with you because look what we’ve done already,” she said in a low voice, gesturing to her barely clad figure. Shit, she was spectacular, those big boobies jiggling, the sweet vee between her thighs beckoning once again. But the girl wasn’t done yet. “Because it’s you, I’m sure it’s something dirty and nasty,” she said in a low voice. “I’m sure it’s disgusting.”
I held both my hands up, like she’d read my mind.
“Of course it’s dirty and nasty,” I rumbled. “Because I’m a dirty, nasty motherfucker. But you’d be doing me a favor if you took this job,” I said persuasively. “Think about it baby girl. Don’t you want to help a man in need?”
At the word “help,” Kitty turned towards me. I almost laughed out loud. Of course, my girl has a good heart and the opportunity to assist another human being was like a bell in her head, propelling her into action.
“Help how?” she asked in a low voice. “What could you possibly need help with? You’re a billionaire, you have dozens of people working for you.”
I nodded.
“That’s true, but not everyone can help me the way you do.”
That made her spring back into action, looking under tables, scanning the room again.
“Absolutely not,” she whispered. “Absolutely not.”
But this time, I stood up, looming over her small frame. I was still butt naked, but it was a good butt naked. Even at forty-five, I still work out every day, hitting the gym and it shows. My shoulders are broad, chest wide, tapering off into a narrow waist. And of course, there was my dick. Even soft, it still hung between my thighs like a thick rope, glistening with our combined juices.
“Like I said, baby girl,” I rumbled dangerously. “Not everyone can help me the way you do. Now sit down before I beat that sweet ass of yours.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide, mouth opening slightly, but she dropped onto the couch.
“Fine,” she whispered. “Shoot.”
I rumbled.
“That’s more like it,” I said, completely unbothered by my nakedness. Why should I be uncomfortable? This girl had just ridden me hard, my cum still dripping from that wet slit, so it wasn’t like this was new. In fact, let her get a good eyeful. Usually women lose it when they’re physically in my presence, dying for a taste.
So I grinned again.
“Like I said little girl, for the third time. You can help me in your own special way, and that’s by being my fiancée.”
Her mouth snapped shut.
“Surely you must be joking,” Kitty murmured. “You have to be joking.”
“No joke,” I rumbled, striding over to a bar and grabbing a bottle of brandy. Hell, may as well have a drink and enjoy myself. “I need a fiancée, and you’re perfect for the role. In fact, more than perfect,” I said smoothly. “My mom’s already caught us at it.”
The brunette shook her head furiously.
“You just said your mom’s caught you with dozens of women before. So it doesn’t make a difference,” she said. “I’m just the latest in a long line of girls.”
“Maybe,” I tossed out nonchalantly. “But she’s never caught me with just one woman,” I rumbled. “It’s always been two, three, or even more.”
Kitty gasped then.
“Two, three, or more?” she repeated in a whisper, disbelieving.
I nodded like it was no big deal.
“For sure. Like I said, I’ve been getting it on for a long time. You just happen to be the first one-on-one I’ve had in a while, and definitely the first time my mom’s caught me with only one female. So like I said, the opportunity’s perfect. You’re my precious, beloved fiancée, and I’ve given up my wild ways because I’m so in love with you.”
At the word “love,” the brunette’s mouth snapped shut. But then she shook her head again.
“But why?” Kitty asked in a low voice. “Why would you even need a fiancée? You’re a man of the world, why do you need to get married?”
I shrugged. This was my weak spot.
“Because of the family business,” I ground out. “My late father’s will and all that.”
Kitty blinked.
“I’m sorry?” she said. “Your father’s will says you have to be married?”
I shrugged.
“Yeah, Pops was a weird guy. Controlling, a total asshole, ruling the family and the hotel with an iron fist.”
Come to think of it, it wasn’t so different from me. But I went on, keeping my voice even.
“After Pops died, he stipulated that I couldn’t inherit unless I got married. Something having to do with ‘sowing my wild oats’ and all that bullshit.”
Yeah, I’d been rebellious as a young ‘un. After my second stint in juvie, Dad had re-written his will to include a ridiculous marriage clause, but so be it. Back then I wasn’t exactly a good guy, and I’m still not one. That’s why I was on the market for a fake fiancée, a girl I could use and then toss when the time was right.
Kitty bit her lip.
“So you need a fiancée, or you need a wife? Sounds like you actually have to get married,” she said in a low voice.
I grinned at her, voice smooth.
“You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Because you’re right. We need to get married and stay married for a while to convince my father’s lawyers that it’s real. So that’s why I need a month of your time. We’ll tie the knot and then boom, after a month, it’s done.”
Kitty’s lip trembled then, but her voice came out curiously strong.
“So you mean divorce right?” she said. “We’d be divorced after a month?”
I nodded nonchalantly.
“That’s right. Trust me, divorce ain’t a big deal, I know a bunch of guys who are divorced. Doesn’t hurt your chances on the marriage market later. If anything, some ladies eat it up.”
The girl nodded.
“I know, my parents are divorced themselves, and then remarried too,” she confessed, taking a deep breath. “But what else? Are you expecting to … ?” Her voice trailed off.
I quirked an eyebrow.
“Am I expecting to what?”
The girl flushed beautifully.
“You know, if we’re married,” she stammered, biting her lip. “Are you expecting to …?”
I stepped in.
“Am I expecting to get it on with your sweet body? Like dick in vagina? Cum pumping and all that?”
The brunette nodded, her face scarlet. It was fucking hysterical. I’d just been deep in that puss not a minute before and yet Kitty couldn�
�t talk about sex without being embarrassed.
“Yes,” came her small voice. “Are you, Gray?”
I paused.
“Well, I wasn’t before,” my low voice ground out. “But seeing that we’ve already done it, yeah, I fully expect you to be a wife to me. In all ways.”
Her body started quivering, those big boobs shaking, and I knew I’d made the right decision. Because fuck yeah, I wanted to fuck those tits. I wanted to run my shaft up and down between their soft bellies, I wanted to pummel that cunt again, in addition to having her ass screw my dick. Oh yeah, I intended to have a lot of fun with my girl before our month was up.
But Kitty wasn’t having it.
“No!” she breathed. “I can’t. I mean, we’ve done it already, but there’s no need to do it again.”
I shook my head grimly.
“Naw, you’ve got it all wrong baby girl. Now that I’ve tasted that pussy, now that I’ve sampled your interior canal, sex is definitely part of the bargain. Mandatory. Or else I’ll find another girl, no worries.”
Kitty bit her lip again, chin trembling. But then her shoulders straightened resolutely.
“If I say yes,” she murmured softly. “If I say yes, then I’ll have to ask for more.”
My eyebrows shot up then.
“More than one hundred thou for a month? Seriously?”
The brunette nodded resolutely.
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered. “You know that because …. Well, you know. So I’ll have to charge more if you want to take me again.”
I pretended to think about it. Of course, I’d be happy to pay whatever to get this girl seated on my dick again, but everyone’s gotta feel like they’ve negotiated a good deal. So I shook my head, regretful.
“How much are you thinking?” I ground out. “Cash is pretty tight right now, even I can’t go around throwing money away.”
Again, a lie, but the girl didn’t know. Kitty took a deep breath and put her offer on the table.
“Two hundred thousand,” she said boldly. “Two hundred thousand for a month’s work.”
I pretended to think about it.
“That’s a pretty penny,” I said slowly. “That works out to, oh, more than six thousand a day. Are you really worth it?”
The girl bit her lip again, but she was firm.
“I can’t do it for less,” she replied. “I’m sorry Mr. Channing, but that’s my final offer.”
Again, I pretended to think. But then I grinned wolfishly at her.
“Sold,” was my last word. “It’s a done deal.”
The girl stared at me.
“Really?” she whispered. “Just like that?”
I nodded, eating up the distance between us in two long strides, pulling that curvy figure into my arms. Kitty was surprised but at least the girl didn’t resist and those warm curves tempted once more, so soft, delicious and ripe.
“Just like that. You’re the soon-to-be Mrs. Channing,” I ground out. “You belong to me now,” I rumbled possessively before planting a kiss on those plush lips.
And fuck me, but it was good. Kitty’s pout parted underneath mine, so sweet and giving that I almost drowned. Because she was my fake fiancée … and shit, but it was gonna be a helluva ride.
CHAPTER THREE
Kitty
Grayson took me by surprise. One minute we were negotiating a deal, and the next I was in the alpha’s arms, swept into a hard, demanding kiss.
Because Mr. Channing is seductive, playing me like a violin. Somehow, I felt like I’d been taken even if I couldn’t put my finger on exactly how. But when he lifted his head, those blue eyes seized mine relentlessly.
“Like I said, baby girl. You belong to me now,” came that growl.
I was dazed, the words ringing in my ears. I belonged to him? I’ve never even had a boyfriend, so to suddenly be engaged to a billionaire took my breath away.
But then the words came out on their own, surprising even me.
“I belong to you now,” I murmured obediently. “Only to you, Mr. Channing.”
What in the world? Why would I say that? I was a doll, a puppet almost, already under the spell of this powerful, commanding man. But Grayson grinned like that was exactly what he expected to hear. He was about to ravish me again, to pull me once more against that hard body when a snarl escaped his chest.
“Rhonda’s still outside. Fuck, talk about bad timing.”
I looked at him, astonished.
“Bad timing?” I asked weakly.
“Yeah, because I want to touch your pussy again,” he rasped, eyes looking me up and down, devouring my curves. “Shit your nips are hard, tell me that cunt isn’t leaking.”
His words were crude, but they made me shiver. Because it was true, my body reacts immediately in his presence, that big form makes me shudder with need. And he was absolutely right, my nipples pressed obscenely against the dress, poking out like rocks.
“Here,” I whispered, pulling my curls forward. “Here, this will hide it.”
It was true, my hair was long enough so that arranged artfully, you could no longer see my stiff tips, big boobies shielded. But Grayson inhaled deeply again.
“It’s not enough, I can still smell my cum on you, that sweet pussy’s got my jism leaking out. But fuck it,” he ground out, pulling on his shirt and pants in a flash. “Mother dearest is outside, we can’t keep her waiting forever.”
I pressed my thighs together in embarrassment. Was it true? Did my pussy have a just-fucked smell? Oh my god, I should have been humiliated but instead, I squirmed internally with pleasure because the scent was Gray’s cum melting in me, running out from my slit, there was just so much.
But it was too late to reply because the alpha yanked open the door then, gesturing to the woman outside.
“You can come in,” he rumbled like it was no big deal. “We’re ready.”
The woman who stepped inside was hands-down beautiful, elegant and put-together, about sixty years old. Iron gray hair was artfully swept into a chignon, and blue eyes just like Grayson’s gazed calmly at me.
“Hello dear,” came the woman’s dulcet voice. “I’m Rhonda Channing, Grayson’s mother. I see that my son’s got his claws in you,” she said with a smile.
I nodded. Not just his claws, something a lot bigger and harder. But I tried to act like it was no big deal.
“Um yes,” I stammered before straightening my shoulders. This was never going to do, I needed to be confident. “Yes, Grayson and I are in love,” I proclaimed, a little too loud.
The elderly woman nodded.
“Of course you are,” she said with a smile. “And I’m so happy that my son is settling down. Finally,” she said with a pointed look at the alpha male.
To my delight, the billionaire actually looked embarrassed for once.
“Please Mom,” he muttered under his breath. “It wasn’t so bad.”
“What wasn’t so bad?” she asked archly, smiling at me again. “Please, Gray dear, you have a past. I know about the dozens of girls you’ve bedded, spending money like water, the fights you’ve gotten into at 3 a.m. I’m so glad you’ve found a woman who will help you calm down a little. Especially since your late father’s will depends on it,” she added meaningfully.
Grayson snorted.
“Pop was lame,” he grunted. “That will is the dumbest piece of shit ever.”
Rhonda wasn’t fazed one bit.
“Your father only wanted the best for you, and he figured that getting married would be a sign that you were ready,” she said.
“Ready for what?” snarled Grayson. “I already run this place.”
That made me stop for a sec because yes, Grayson was already CEO of The Milano. He was already the top dog, with thousands of employees at his beck and call. So what was this will exactly about?
But Rhonda had the answers.
“Gray, after getting married, you’ll get full control of all operations,” she said soothingly
. “Because of this pretty girl, you’ll finally get that board seat and everything you wanted.”
I shook my head confused. What was the difference between owning the hotel and running the hotel? But Gray explained.
“What my mom is saying is that Pops thought I was good enough to run this joint, but I couldn’t own it. I could slave away for years, working my hands to the bone to make this place hum smoothly, but I’d never be an owner until I got married.”
This was way over my head, but before I could say anything Rhonda turned back to me.
“Forget this business stuff, dear, it’s so boring, even I can’t take it sometimes. Tell me,” she said with a sweet smile. “How did you meet my son?” she asked brightly. “I see that you’re wearing one of our hotel uniforms. A cocktail waitress?” she asked.
Immediately my face turned red. Was she toying with me? This woman was so smart, so intelligent and refined that suddenly, I felt about ten levels below her. And oh god, but the dress didn’t help. It was practically see-through, rumpled and stained in all the wrong places. Pulling furtively at the hem, trying to get as much coverage as possible, I hemmed and hawed.
“Yes, I work at the hotel club,” I stammered. “It was my fi-“
But before I could give away that we’d only just met, Grayson interrupted.
“What Kitty is saying is that she worked at the hotel. Now that we’re engaged, she’ll be prepping for the wedding, no time for work.”
I looked at the billionaire, shocked. Really? No more work at all? But I guess it made sense, it’d be weird if the CEO’s wife was serving drinks to hotel guests. So I nodded, pasting a smile on my face.
“I worked at the hotel,” I agreed slowly. “But I’m actually a student, and I’m hoping to get my degree sometime in the next two years.”
If Rhonda was surprised, she didn’t let it show, instead smiling beatifically.
“Oh it’s so good to hear that you’re in school,” she said. “Most girls Grayson dates only wanted to be in Playboy,” she confided in a loud whisper, winking at me. “So you’re a nice change.”
I looked at my fiancé, shocked. Really? Playboy? I’m no one to cast judgment on another woman, but that was definitely an interesting tidbit.
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