The Billionaire's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad Next Door Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “I’ll call you a cab.” Garth pushed himself to his feet and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

  “Thanks.”

  I padded to the bathroom, closed myself in and stared at myself in the mirror. Studying myself. Getting involved with the boss. It was a bad idea, and I knew it.

  So why wasn’t I trying to stop it? I stared at my shoulder length hair. My freshly painted nails ran through it.

  Am I sticking around him because of his money? I didn’t want to be like all the other girls and didn’t want to make him feel like I was. I didn’t think I was. I liked him and liked spending time with him. I didn’t care about the money.

  If I had a little more in my bank account, I wouldn’t let him pay for anything.

  I bit my lip and took a deep breath, trying to focus myself before I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the rest of the condo.

  “They said they’d be here within five minutes.”

  “Alright, thanks for calling.” I strode over to him, and he held his hand out, holding my purse out to me. I smiled. “Thank you.”

  I took the purse from him and pulled him into a kiss. “I’ll see you later,” I whispered, my teeth grazing his lower lip.

  Garth let out a soft sigh, his eyes rolling back as he pulled me close to him, our kiss growing more passionate. My knees trembled, and I pulled away from him, remembering I was on my way home for a couple things. “I’ll be back soon,” I promised.

  “I’ll look forward to it.” His eyes sparkled.

  I rushed for the door before I changed my mind and decided to stay here without clothes for tomorrow. If I go to my place, I can pick up something from my closet. Well, from that little dresser in my closet that I kept all my lingerie in.

  I let myself out of the condo and headed down the elevator. As I stepped out into the lobby, someone caught my eye. They smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. What if they’ve seen me on TV? Was I going to run into people who saw me on TV?

  Were they going to try to talk to me? The idea scared the living hell out of me. I took a deep breath, forced myself to focus and headed out the door. I saw the cab waiting for me, slid into the back seat and gave them my address.

  The elderly man nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. It didn’t take long to get to my street.

  The second we turned down it, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.

  Cars surrounded my house. People stood on my lawn, cameras pointed towards my house.

  I cleared my throat. “Uh, I must have given you the wrong street; it’s the next one over,” I lied.

  The old man muttered something I couldn’t make out and circled around.

  “Just pull in this alley.” He did as he was told, came to a stop and turned to face me.

  “You’re here, ain’t ya?”

  My cheeks flushed. I looked down. “Yea.”

  I could feel his eyes on me. I hated looking up, but eventually I did. He gave me a soft smile. “Go get your stuff, and I’ll be here when you get back.”

  “T-thank you.” Did this mean he wasn’t going to sell me out? “Keep the meter running. I’ll be quick.”

  I popped the door open and stepped out. I booted it to my back door.

  The good thing about my place was that there was no way to access the back from the front. It was all blocked off. Normally, it annoyed me; today, it was a blessing—even if it did mean I had to climb a fence.

  I dropped into my yard and looked around. There was no sign of anyone. I rushed for my back door, unlocked it looking around and slipped inside.

  My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced down at it.

  Your house is surrounded.

  It was Garth. I snorted.

  Gee, thanks. Just let myself in.

  I tucked my phone back into my pocket, looking around. I kept myself low and out of the view of windows as I headed for my bedroom, grabbed a backpack, and made for my closets. I opened it carefully, keeping my eyes on the window in the room. I grabbed a change of clothes for tomorrow, and for the next day in case I needed it, and then reached into my small dresser. I pulled out the entire contents of the drawer, not really paying attention to what was in there.

  I zipped the bag up and slipped it over my shoulder.

  I felt stupid crawling on my hands and knees out of my own house but didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me.

  I let myself out of the house, my heart skipping a beat. I heard voices coming towards me, and my heart raced. I could go back in the house and potentially be seen, or I could make a break for the cab. But if they caught me on the way to the cab ... and if they managed to get a hold of my backpack—oh, God, they would have a field day.

  Life is supposed to have risk, right? I thought as I booted it for the fence, running as fast as I could so I could get a good jump. My fingers hooked onto the top of the fence, and pulling myself over it, I swung my legs over. I looked around just enough to see if someone saw there. Just the cab.

  “What was that?” a man asked. “There’s something over there!”

  I could hear them coming towards me and rushed for the cab. The old man reached over, opening the door beside him. My heart raced.

  I didn’t dare look behind me.

  “Hey! Turn the cameras on!”

  I all but jumped into the passenger’s seat of the taxi. Seconds later, it was rolling down the alleyway. My heart was still racing when we turned back onto the street.

  “I thought you were going to get caught in that house, missy,” the cab driver said.

  “So did I,” I admitted.

  I closed my eyes, blowing out a deep breath, my pulse slowing a little.

  “Back to the other place?”

  “Yes, please.” I opened my eyes and stared at the old man. “And thank you.” For not selling me out. I didn’t say it. After all, I didn’t want to give him any ideas.

  The old man shrugged. “No one deserves to be mobbed. You know, you could probably contact the cops about it.”

  He was right. And I knew who I could go to about it. If she’s willing to help me. She seemed nice enough.

  “That’s a good idea; I’ll do that after work tomorrow. Thank you.”

  The man shrugged, not saying anything the rest of the car ride.

  When we got to Garth’s condo, I turned to him, the car pulling to a stop.

  “Thank you.” I pulled out all the cash I had in my wallet, about $212 if my math was right, and handed it all to him.

  “Miss, this is way too much.”

  “No, it’s not nearly enough.” I stepped out of the car before he could say another word, adjusted my backpack over my shoulder and headed for Garth’s condo.

  He answered the door within seconds of me knocking.

  “Are you okay?” he asked the second he saw me.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Did you make it in and out okay?” He closed the door and locked it behind him.

  “Yea, thanks to an awesome cab driver I had.”

  I dropped my backpack on the counter and turned to Garth. My heart skipped a beat—he was right behind me. I blew out a deep breath and all but fell face first into him. My arms wrapped around him, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. His fingers traced over my back, rubbing gently. Neither of us said a word. I could feel the tears trying to push through the corner of my eye. I took a deep breath and forced myself away from him.

  Garth’s arms tightened around me, not allowing me to pull away.

  “We’re going to get through this,” he whispered. It sounded exactly like what I had told him just hours ago.

  “How long are they going to stake out my house?”

  “I have no clue, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I am so, so sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault.”

  I pulled away and caught his eye. He looked sad, but there was something else I couldn’t place. He stepped away from me. “Are you hungry?”

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��No.” I was in no mood to eat, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. “But thank you.”

  “How about a hot bath? I have a jetted tub.”

  “Now that sounds pretty tempting,” I admitted.

  Garth took my hand in his and guided me towards the bathroom. He didn’t bother closing the door behind us before he plugged the tub and started running the water.

  “Get in and start relaxing. Make it to your temperature.” His lips touched my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

  I stripped as he headed out of the room. I heard the fridge open but didn’t care much about it. I stepped into the large tub and turned the heat up until there was steam rising from the water.

  Garth came back into the bathroom with two glasses and a bottle of wine. He placed the glasses on the counter, poured us each one and then left the bottle there before pulling his clothing off. I watched him step into the tub after grabbing the glasses again and handing one to me.

  I drained it in a couple of seconds, and he raised an eyebrow.

  “I should have gotten you a massage instead of a hair appointment.”

  My cheeks flushed. I didn’t want him to think I was a drunk or something, but it seemed like we kept drinking together.

  “I ...” I shook my head, putting the glass down. “I just hope the wine helps me relax a little.”

  “If not, I’ll give it my best shot.” He took a small sip of his drink. He reached out as the water filled my legs; his fingers touched mine, tangling together, and he squeezed my hand gently. “Just think of it as a vacation.” He smiled. “Just the two of us, and tomorrow we will deal with the people surrounding your house.”

  “I just hope they don’t get wind of where you live.”

  “We have wonderful security here and at the office. They won’t tolerate people harassing us.” He gave me a soft smile. “I promise, everything is going to be alright, Ally.”

  When he said it, I almost believed him.

  He reached out, touching my uppermost thighs. His finger traced over my soapy body, massaging gently. With his free hand, he hit a button, and the jets kicked into action. I closed my eyes, letting out a deep breath. My body relaxed as his fingers worked over my legs, both relaxing and erotic. I grinned as I stretched with my free foot, pressing against his cock softly. Feeling his erection growing, I opened my eyes and stared at him. “We should get out of the tub soon.”

  “We just got in.”

  “So?” I raised an eyebrow, pulling away from him. I crawled onto his lap, impressed by how much space we had. My lips touched his neck gently.

  “We could just stay in here.” His wet hands ran over the curves of my body, splashing water all over the place. I let out a soft moan. The idea was tempting. My lips traced along his jawline to his lips, and his teeth grazed my lower lip as he pulled me into a kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair. I moaned, our kiss growing more and more passionate. I could feel his cock under me getting thicker and thicker, and I moaned louder, his teeth grazing my lower lip again—nibbling gently. My nails dug into his shoulders, and his free hand slipped between my legs, wasting no time as it slipped into me.

  I gasped, my eyes rolling back.

  “Oh, God.” My hips rocked against him. This was what I needed. I wanted to relax, but I wanted him to make me relax. I wanted to feel him deep inside me.

  His finger wiggled.

  “Feel good?” I could hear the pleasure in his voice.

  “Fuck, yes,” I muttered, rocking against him. “So fucking good,” I whispered.

  His fingers wiggled inside me, slipping in and out, in and out. I moaned, utterly aware of the fact I was in the bathroom and my voice was echoing. Well, I hope it’s a sound proof condo, I thought, my grin widening. I pulled away from him. “Do you have protection in here?”

  Garth’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll go grab some.”

  I slipped off him and watched as he stepped out of the tub and headed for the bedroom. My heart raced. I’d never had sex in a tub before. There is a first time for everything, I thought, my grin widening. It could be something I crossed off my bucket list now.

  Garth joined me in the bathroom quickly. He held a condom in his hand, and I watched as he rapidly dried himself off. “You know, maybe we can talk to someone about getting you on a form of birth control. That way, we don’t have to worry about finding a condom every time I want to fuck you.”

  My heart skipped a beat. His words gave me way too much pleasure. I took a deep breath, hoping it wasn’t obvious how much I enjoyed him talking about wanting to fuck me.

  “I can go to a doctor at the weekend,” I suggested.

  His eyes sparkled as he stepped back into the tub and lay down. I was on his lap within a matter of seconds. My lips crashing against his. He took a deep breath, his fingers tangling in my hair as I felt his head against my folds.

  I gasped as he pushed into me.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Soft at first but growing harder and harder. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. My nails dug into him as he thrust into me faster and faster. I moaned louder.

  The water splashed around us, hitting my breast, my back, my neck.

  Garth’s fingers tangled in my hair.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  “Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” I muttered.

  He thrust into me harder and harder.

  “I would spend every second inside of you if I could, “ he replied, coming to a stop and sliding out of me. “Up,” he ordered.

  My heart skipped a beat as I did as I was told.

  “Hands against the wall.” His hands traced over my back, warm water dripping off me. I took a deep breath, doing as he told me, his cock pressing against me for the second time today. I gasped as I felt him thrust into me. This time, it was all hard and fast from the get go.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  The water swooshed around us. My eyes rolled back as he grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into me. I moaned louder as one of his hands traced over the curves of my body, reaching between my legs. I gasped, his fingers circling my clit.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned, my body arching towards him. My moans grew louder as he thrust into me faster and faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Harder and harder. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. I could already feel my orgasm so close.

  Faster and faster. His fingers circled over my clit, keeping pace with his every thrust. Faster and faster. My nails dug into the tub, the water splashing all over us, my senses overwhelmed with everything going on.

  “Play with yourself,” he whispered. His voice thick with lust.

  I reached up, grabbing my left breast. My thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple. I gasped, moaning louder.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” I muttered, massaging myself harder. Pleasure and pain overwhelming me.

  Garth’s finger circled around my clit, faster and faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My eyes rolled back as everything went a hazy white.

  “I’m cuming,” I whispered as pleasure surged through my body. I gasped, arching towards him, and my toes curled as his arm wrapped around me, holding me close to him as he thrust into me faster and faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Harder and harder.

  Waves of pleasure ripped through my body. White hot pleasure. I let out a soft scream, my toes curling as his fingers circled my clit faster and faster, and he thrust into me faster and faster.

  Another wave of pleasure. And another. Another, this time, softer.

  He thrust into me, a gasp passing through his lips.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Harder and harder.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned as he slammed into me.

  Another wave of pleasure, this one softer, and the next softer still.

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nbsp; He slammed into me, a deep breath passing through his lips.

  Another wave of pleasure, so soft. My body relaxed as he thrust into me once more, this time, softer. His hands traced over the curves of my body, and I forced my eyes open as he pulled away from me. I heard the water as he stood up and stepped out of the tub. I rolled onto my back and flopped down in the tub. Tired.

  It hadn’t lasted long, but I felt ready for a nap. A wide grin spread over my face. I don’t think I would have been able to stop grinning if I’d wanted to.

  Garth stepped back into the tub, careful not to step on me as he sat down. “We should have tubs together more often.”

  “Yes ... yes, we should.” I smiled as my eyes locked on him. I stared at the man in front of me. His grey-green eyes stared back at me, a wide grin across his face.

  It felt nice just to lay there with him. He held his hand out to me and pulled me over to him, his arms wrapping around my chest as the jets died down. His lips touched the top of my head.

  We stayed like that until the water got cold, but finally, we got out of the water. I changed into a nightgown that I’d brought with me. A simple lace one that showed a lot of skin. Garth didn’t seem to mind at all.

  “You know, I brought all this lingerie for us to use, and we didn’t get to take advantage of any of it.” Even the vibrator I’d brought. What a shame.

  “We’ll just have to do it again some time. I’d like to see you in some wet lingerie. That would be hot.” His eyes sparkled, but I could tell he wasn’t fully with me. He was thinking about me in wet lingerie. I made a mental note to wear something into the tub the next time we had one together. The idea excited me. The fact that we were making plans, trying new things—that excited me too.

  We stepped off the elevator and onto the floor of our office.

  Garth flicked the lights on around us, and I blinked a couple times to adjust to the bright—almost blinding light—as I headed for my office.

  “You know,” he said heading towards his office as I put my purse down on my desk, “we should come in early one day and see what kind of fun we can have at my desk—alone.”