The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But Marie didn’t let up so easily.

  “Did you ask him about it?” she inserted gently. “What did Nick say?”

  “I confronted him but he didn’t say anything,” I replied dully, my eyes listless. “He didn’t defend himself, didn’t say a word,” I repeated again.

  Marie paused, looking puzzled before speaking.

  “That’s weird. Mr. Martin didn’t defend himself? Usually guys like this are manipulators, they’ll gaslight you, make you think that everything you saw was a mirage, make you question yourself. He didn’t do any of that?” she asked quizzically while taking another sip of tea.

  I shook my head miserably.

  “Everything just happened so fast, you know, I tore into his office ready to confront him and then I … I … I found panties in his suit jacket pocket,” I choked, tears welling up again. This was the humiliating part, that I’d been so trusting, so naïve. I’d been a fucking dunce and Nick had worked me for what it was worth.

  Marie patted me comfortingly on the shoulder, leaning over to hand me a Kleenex. Gratefully, I took it and blew into the paper with a huge honk.

  “I take it they were another woman’s panties, right?” my friend said gently. “They weren’t yours?”

  “They definitely weren’t mine,” I said vehemently. “These were so disgusting, they were crusted and gross, and it was obvious she’d creamed into them.”

  Marie leaned back and giggled slightly, trying to look serious even as she held a hand over her mouth

  “I know it’s TMI,” I said huffily, sitting up straighter, “but seriously, there was all this crusted gunk, it was flaking off like dandruff or some shit, totally ratched.”

  And Marie lost her battle then, bursting out into full-fledged laughter, gale force gasps that made the few customers in the store turn to stare our way. I was so mad and humiliated at once that I glared at her, my eyes volcanic.

  “I’m glad you still have a sense of humor,” I said frigidly, “when my life has been ruined.”

  And the blonde heaved and gasped, trying to sit up straight on her small stool but failing, bent double from deep belly laughs.

  “Honey, I’m so sorry, I know you’re in pain,” she apologized through wheezing chuckles, “It’s just … you’re a really funny girl, you know that?”

  I wouldn’t even grace that with a reply, instead shooting her another frigid glare. How could she think this was funny? Hello, I was suffering in the ninth circle of Hell.

  “Okay, okay,” replied my friend, holding her hand up in an appeasing gesture, schooling her expression into a reasonable semblance of seriousness. “I got it now, I’m under control,” she said, just a quirk of her mouth giving her away. “So you found the panties and what did Nick say then?”

  And I wailed again.

  “He didn’t say anything! He just stood there and took it!”

  But Marie leaned back and shook her head.

  “Not one thing? He didn’t say one thing to defend himself?” she asked, eyebrow raised somewhat skeptically.

  “No, nothing at all!” I wailed. “Nothing at alllllll!” my voice rose about an octave higher, causing customers to look over at us again. Shit, I was going to get Marie fired if we kept carrying on this way.

  But the blonde was unperturbed and took another sip of tea.

  “Something’s off here,” she said musingly, her eyes contemplative as she looked off into the distance. “Something tells me that the situation’s seriously off. Guys who see multiple women usually have excuses, they try to justify it somehow. ‘Humans aren’t meant to be monogamous,’ ‘Neanderthals had multiple partners,’ heck, even ‘Mohammed had four wives’ and shit like that. Mr. Martin didn’t say anything of the kind?” she asked, eyebrow arched.

  I shook my head miserably.

  “Nope, nothing,” I replied in a small voice.

  Marie was silent again.

  “Hold on, let’s back up for a sec and tell me again exactly what happened when you confronted him,” she encouraged.

  I took a deep breath, the events so painful, the wound throbbing excruciatingly.

  “I was in Nick’s office but he wasn’t there yet,” I recounted, frozen. “I wandered around and saw that his jacket pocket was bulging a little and reached in. Voila! Out tumbled the panties,” I shuddered again at the memory. “Nick came back and I launched myself at him, screaming epithets, I was furious.” God, the memory made me want to bury myself alive, it was literally the lowest point in my life.

  “And then what happened?” my friend asked, her eyes encouraging.

  “And then nothing!” I finished emphatically. “Mr. Martin said nothing and I ran out of there.”

  Silence from my friend again as she looked into her teacup.

  “Well,” she mused. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but …”

  “But what?” I pressed, my voice sharp. “What?” Anything would help, I was dying for scraps.

  “Well,” she began slowly, “Do you think it’s possible that …? Don’t take this the wrong way, Tammy, but do you think it’s possible that you didn’t give him time to answer? That you were like a rocket exploding in a small space, all fire and fury and vengeance, and then just took off before he could get a word in?”

  “No,” I shook my head vehemently. “He had a chance, he could have spoken if he wanted to.”

  But Marie shook her head.

  “I’m not so sure honey,” she said gently. “Just step back for a moment and think,” she added soothingly. “Today, you rushed out of the office, you rushed up to the Bronx, manhandled your way into your old apartment, and then rushed back down here and burst into the Pink Cherry. Maybe all the rushing around was … ah, a little rushed, and left no time for explanations?” she suggested.

  I stopped to contemplate for a moment.

  “It’s true, I’ve gotten around a lot today,” I admitted. “Covered a lot of mileage. But that doesn’t mean I cut Nick off in any way or interrupted him.”

  “No Tammy,” interjected Marie gently. “What I mean is that you never gave the man a chance to explain. You never gave him a chance to put out his side of the story, relay his point of view. It’s not even a question of interrupting, it’s that he couldn’t get a word in edgewise to begin with.”

  And I sat on my stool, pondering as my brain dashed in all sorts of directions. Was it true? Had I been so furious that I’d jumped the gun and fled, without giving him a chance to explain, to put something, anything out there? And sensing my doubt, Marie confirmed it.

  “You didn’t give him any time, did you?” she said kindly. “You just hurled the accusations at him and took off, right?”

  And slowly, I nodded.

  “I guess … I guess I was just so angry, you know? There were two pieces of really strong evidence, seeing Jeanette come out of his apartment and the used panties.” I took a deep breath. “Besides, what could Nick possibly say to justify it? Seriously, you have to admit this shit is pretty damning.”

  But Marie just shrugged.

  “Honey, I honestly don’t know. But I’m in law school now, remember? And one thing I’ve learned is to listen to the whole story, try and see both sides of the picture before rendering judgment. Tammy,” she said gently. “I know you don’t want to hear this but you may have jumped to conclusions. For someone who was as invested as he was, the behavior just sounds odd. Give Nick a chance to explain, hear him out.”

  And with a big sigh, I nodded, exhaling slowly. I felt a little calmer now, like my chakra was aligning once more, the Earth rotating in a way I recognized. Maybe Marie had a point. I couldn’t imagine any possible explanations for what had happened, but it was true that I hadn’t given Nick a chance to explain before I’d jumped the gun and come to my own conclusions.

  So I took another deep breath and another bracing sip of tea, the hot liquid scalding my tongue. Tomorrow would be another day and I’d confront the billionaire then … whatever the consequenc
es.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Tammy

  The elevator pinged and I stepped into the reception on the thirtieth floor. Nothing was different at Luxor, the space decorated in luxurious shades of beige and white, the walls gleaming. But what did I expect? Even if my world had been torn apart, it didn’t mean that the company was crashing, that bricks were falling from the sky.

  So I took a deep breath and approached the reception desk. Norma, bless her heart, smiled at me, her eyes twinkling.

  “Hi Tammy,” the elderly lady said, her voice kind. “Good to see you.”

  “Hey Norma,” I said, trying to look calm despite my racing heart. “Is there any way to see Mr. Martin today? Is he in his office?”

  And I dreaded the reply, half expecting the grey-haired woman to say something along the lines of “Oh I’m sorry, Mr. Martin has flown to Europe and won’t be back for two months.” If I got that answer, I wasn’t sure what I’d do because it meant that Nick didn’t want to see me ever again and was giving me the soft send-off.

  But Norma’s hands flew on the computer and she pursed her lips.

  “Wait right here,” she said. “Take a seat and let me check.”

  I wandered on wobbling legs over to a plush leather couch. Oh god, what if she came back with an answer/nonanswer, the kind that was a polite no?

  But within minutes, Norma was back with a kind smile.

  “Mr. Martin says to go right in,” she said with a wink. “I trust you know where he sits?”

  And I flushed. Was she alluding to something that I didn’t know? But I brushed it out of my mind, shooting the old lady a grateful smile before getting up and bracing my shoulders. I still had to face the She-Dragon, that bitch Jeanette, who was likely waiting for me with her claws out even now, ready to draw blood. Taking a deep breath, I propelled myself forward, willing myself to breathe, donning a suit of invisible armor. I pasted an empty smile on my face in anticipation of war.

  But to my surprise, her station was empty. And I mean, empty, empty, not like ‘gone to the bathroom’ or ‘back in five’ empty. There was no computer anymore, no printer, no binders, just a couple post-its and a stapler, like her workstation had been deserted.

  My eyebrows knitted as I stared for a moment. Had Jeanette been transferred somewhere? Was she demoted to the building basement, where I used to sit? Or maybe, just maybe, a small voice in my mind whispered, the blonde had been fired and I’d seen the last of the viper. My heart started fluttering again for reasons I couldn’t understand, but I squared my shoulders resolutely and knocked on Nick’s door, the oak loud and resonant.

  The billionaire’s deep growl rang out immediately.

  “Come,” came the curt command. Oh shit, that was fast.

  Tentatively, I pushed open the heavy door, letting myself into the spacious office. Taking a deep breath, I allowed myself a quick glance around. Again, everything was as I remembered, not an item out of place, everything immaculate, polished, gleaming from head to toe. The floor to ceiling view was still gorgeous, Central Park in the midst of the changing of the colors, leaves vibrantly yellow, red and orange through the glass panes.

  And the man at his desk was just as gorgeous. Nick took me in, his blue eyes shuttered, devastatingly handsome with his hair swept off his forehead, commanding in a perfectly-tailored grey suit.

  “Tammy,” his voice rumbled, his expression neutral. “Not someone I expected to see. What brings you here today?”

  I stepped forward a bit, stuttering slightly, my cheeks flushing.

  “I … I came to apologize,” I said quickly, getting past the hard part first. “For making a scene, for running in here like a crazy lady and shouting at you.”

  The big man steepled his hands thoughtfully.

  “Apology accepted,” his big voice rumbled. “I understand you were upset and acting under strain, so I accept.”

  I gasped, pausing for a moment, the air leaving my lungs in a whoosh.

  “That’s it?” I said. “That’s all?”

  The big man eyed me with amusement.

  “Unless you have something more to say?” he asked, eyebrows arched. “You’re the one who came to me, not the other way around.”

  And I felt myself getting angry again but took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I swear, Nick could really get under my skin, knowing exactly which buttons to push, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do more, kick him in the shins or kiss him.

  So I took a deep breath and spoke again.

  “I was thinking … I was thinking that I was hasty yesterday,” I said slowly.

  “You think?” he interrupted, his eyebrow arched quizzically again.

  And I really glared at him then, putting my hands on my hips, my chin jutting forward stubbornly.

  “Listen, just let me finish okay?” I said huffily. “I’m trying here, I’m really trying.”

  And the big man held up his hands palms out, nodding. He was definitely amused. “Be my guest,” he said with a gesture.

  Glaring at him still, I eyed him warily. But I had a load to get off my chest and so took a deep breath and tried again.

  “I flew in here like a fury,” I said slowly, “because I was so angry. I saw Jeanette coming out of your apartment two nights ago,” I said, shooting a dangerous glare his way, “and her hair was messy, her clothes askew, like you’d been kissing, making out. So when I came by your office that day, I wanted answers. I was ready to listen, I swear, but … but that’s when I found the panties,” I choked out.

  Nick gave no indication of his feelings, his face still, watching me intently. So I continued.

  “Right, then I found the panties and I lost it,” I said tightly. “I flew off the handle and screamed at you, without giving you a chance to explain.” I took a deep breath. “Upon some reflection, I realized that I didn’t give you an opportunity to explain … if you want to,” I added a little lamely. Oh god, I’d never entertained the thought that maybe Nick didn’t want to explain, that he’d already written me off and decided we were over, thank you very much. I was literally trembling now, unsure what to do next.

  But the big man surprised me, as usual. He got up from his desk then, prowling towards me like a predator, stalking me as I stood like a deer in headlights. I stepped back instinctively, knowing that I was out-matched, that I was putty in his hands, my pussy moistening despite my effort to stay serious.

  But instead of answering me immediately, Nick merely stood before me, both of us breathing heavily as his eyes grazed my features, caressing my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, before coming to rest on my mouth, following that Cupid’s bow. I moistened my lips instinctively which only made the gleam in his eyes sharpen.

  “You’re such a beautiful girl,” he murmured slowly, contemplatively, as if to himself. “So beautiful … and so hot-headed too.”

  I flushed at the compliment. Was it a compliment? Oh god, I was running wet again just being so close to him, it was hard to think straight.

  So I tried to play it off.

  “Beautiful and hot-headed?” I mumbled, unable to tear myself away from his gaze. “I’m not sure what that is, some kind of double-edged compliment?”

  But instead of taking the bait, Nick ignored my words, his hand rising to trace my features, run slowly down my elegant neck, stroking the curve of my waist before returning to weigh my breasts in his hands, feeling the soft fullness, the generous orbs plump and juicy.

  And instinctively I leaned into his touch, mewling slightly, my nipples hardening as he caressed them with his thumbs, running circles around the stiff tips, making me cream wetly between my thighs. My pupils had dilated and I knew I was losing this war, losing this battle before it had even begun, I was sheer putty in this man’s hands.

  But the alpha male just chuckled, sensing my complete capitulation.

  “Little girl,” he rumbled, “you have nothing to fear. I was never angry because I kinda like it,” he shrugged. “I like the
way you went around, all fire and brimstone, shooting sparks everywhere, a little wildcat gone crazy. And it was because of me too,” he murmured. “You are so in love with me that the thought of another woman drove you completely over the edge, transforming you into a hellcat ready to scratch someone’s eyes out.”

  I was completely still even as his hands caressed me, moving lower to stroke my soft tummy. But wait, what was he saying? I shook my head dazedly. Nick wasn’t angry? The billionaire liked my tempestuous ways? I was in love with him?

  I inhaled sharply.

  “How do you know I’m in love with you?” my voice quivered even as I leaned into his touch. “How do you know?”

  “I know,” the big man rumbled deeply, “because of this,” he said tweaking my nipple, making me gasp. “Because of this,” he said, running a big hand between my legs, skimming my panties, laughing in his throat as he tested the wet material, “And because of this,” he groaned, taking my mouth in a deep kiss, branding me with his lips, making me all his.

  And I sighed into him, leaning into his frame fully then, pressing my breasts against his chest, my thighs parting so slightly to give him access, begging for him to touch me.

  And Nick kissed me deep, scooping my curvy body towards him, letting me feel the poker-hot press of his dick against my belly. I mewled again, twisting, writhing, wanting to be closer to him without the barrier of our clothes.

  But he pushed me back, laughing softly, sitting down on a couch so that I was curled in his lap.

  “Baby girl,” he said. “You’ve been through a lot and although I’m not angry, I want you to know what happened,” he said, his expression suddenly serious. “You deserve to know what happened.”

  “We can get to it later,” I breathed against his mouth, my arms wrapping of their own volition around his neck. “I just want you,” I said desperately, licking my lips, tempting him.

  A light flickered instantly in his eyes, his senses alight, but he pulled my arms down and frowned seriously.

  “No baby, I want you to listen. Jeanette, that fucking bitch,” he spat, “is behind it all. She masterminded the whole thing, the flyby at my apartment, the panties in my suit pocket.”