by Luxe, Eva
“I didn’t go to dinner with anyone,” she repeats.
I stop for a minute while she looks back at me. This time I meet her eyes.
“You didn’t?” I ask her. “But I overheard you tell your friend…”
I drop off, feeling like such an idiot for letting her know I was eavesdropping and that it bothered me. But she doesn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah, Stacy was trying to set me up with this guy but I just wasn’t feeling it and so I couldn’t go through with it.”
There’s something about the way she says it that lets me know she’s feeling the same way I am. My fake fiancée has real feelings for me.
I don’t even know what this means. But my cock is pulsing and throbbing, reminding me that it hasn’t gotten to finish its job so I’ll have to think about this more later.
“I’m glad to hear that,” I say, sliding my cock back inside her. “I haven’t been able to even think about any other women.”
We’re both quiet while I thrust in and out of her. We’re silently acknowledging what each of us said to the other. I go slower, in a rocking gentle motion, until she starts moaning and saying “Oh my God, Isaac. You’re making me come.”
“Come, baby,” I tell her, gently pulling her head back by her hair as I move in and out of her. I love to look down and see my dick sliding in and out of her pussy. I love knowing I’m the only one who has ever been inside her. And that I put such a spell on her that she didn’t even want to go to dinner with another guy even though she was completely free to do that. “Come all over my cock.”
And then I feel a tingle at the base of my balls and I know I’m about to come with her. It feels even better than last time. A wave of ecstasy washing over me. I feel the sweet fucking release of giving in physically and emotionally to her as we both reach climax. Then I take off her handcuffs.
We get up on the bed and cuddle, just like an engaged couple should do after they have sex. And that’s when I know I’m a goner. I may have bought her body, but she just stole my heart.
Chapter 15 – Veronica
The Next Day
As we climb the creaky stairs up to Isaac’s dad’s bedroom, he takes my hand in his.
“If he’s feeling particularly ill today, don’t worry about it,” he says. “We can talk to him another time.”
“We’re going to talk to him now,” I tell him. “This is important. And there’s no time like the present.”
When we enter the room, Cora’s sitting beside Mr. Morris’ bed, and I nod to both of them.
“Veronica, how lovely to see you again,” she says, getting up to give me a hug. “And you too, Isaac.”
“Oh, I’m an afterthought as usual,” Isaac says, with a grin.
She squeezes his arm and says, “You know I always like to see you. But I’ll get out of your way so you guys can talk.”
She leaves the room and Isaac shuts the door behind her.
“So, what is this ever so pressing thing you’ve been wanting to talk to me about?” Mr. Morris asks, his tone as grump as it was over dinner the other night.
“Dad, I’ve been trying to tell you about some issues with the financial statements,” Isaac begins, standing up straight and clearing his voice. I’m very proud of him.
“Yeah, yeah, what is it?” his dad asks, and then he looks at me. “And what is she doing here? You’ve never brought her any of the other times.”
“Well, Dad, as you know, we’re getting married now, and Veronica has helped me look over the books.”
“Is that so?” his dad asks, raising an eyebrow at me. He looks intrigued.
“Yes,” Isaac tells him. “She’s a mathematics major.”
“I’m glad you have a bright young girl to help keep this company on the right track,” he says.
I can almost sense that he wants to add something along the lines of, “Because God knows you’ve always been useless.”
So, I quickly jump in.
“Mr. Morris,” I interrupt. “Isaac’s the one who found the issues we’re here to talk about today. I just helped put some pieces of the puzzle together.”
“Well what are these issues you wish to discuss?” he snarls. “Get on with it. I’m an old, dying man and I’ve already asked you several times.”
Isaac sighs, as if to remind his father that he’d been trying to tell him countless times before now. But as if thinking better of it, he proceeds.
“Dad, there’s a leak in the books,” he says. “Over a million dollars missing. And the funds have gone to this account.”
He hands his dad the slip of paper on which he had written down the account number.
“What?” his dad asks, propping himself up on the pillow and squinting at the account. “This is Charles’ bank account.”
“Are you sure?” Isaac asks. “Absolutely sure?”
“Charles and I have been in business together for thirty-five years and he’s had this bank account number the entire time,” his dad replies. “So, yes, I am absolutely sure.”
“Well, then I hate to break this to you, Dad,” Isaac says, “But Charles has been stealing money from the company.”
“There’s no way,” Mr. Morris says. “And for what reason? He’s a partner.”
“Well, he isn’t going to be soon…” Isaac proffers, and his dad slowly nods his head.
“I see what you mean there. This may have been his insurance. His way to take some of the money with him, after I croak.”
“Dad, don’t talk like that,” Isaac says, but his dad just shrugs, as if stating a fact.
“How can you be sure?” He demands.
Isaac hands him the paperwork I’d printed, with the numbers all laid out for him in black and white.
“Well I’ll be damned,” his dad says.
He reads the papers.
Then he coughs, and looks at me before turning his gaze back to Isaac.
“Son, I’m impressed,” he says.
Isaac looks shocked to hear this, and I have to admit that I am too. The change that has come over his father is like night and day.
“I was wrong, to trust Charles over my own flesh and blood,” he says. “And I didn’t know you’d have it in you to find such an intelligent, responsible girl.”
He nods at me and I can’t help but smile. Stacy and I were right about me fitting the “intelligent” description of the classified ad I made fun of but am so glad I called.
“You two are a good pair,” he says. “And I’m sorry if I rushed the engagement. I just wanted to make sure you were in good hands, Son. You clearly are. And so is the company. With the two of you working together, I believe it will be just fine. I’m going to have to call Charles and let him go. I might have to press criminal charges. But I can’t think about that just now.”
He coughs again, and Isaac gets closer to him and gives him a hug. Amazingly, his dad hugs him back, or tries to— putting his arm up on Isaac’s arm. It’s great to see that they’re patching things up.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” Isaac says. “Veronica and I will handle everything.”
“Okay then,” his dad says. “Go call Cora back in here so I can notarize some papers. I had her become a notary for times like these, so we might as well use her.”
“Times like what?” Isaac asks.
“I’m going to revert back to the old partnership agreement,” his dad says. “It leaves everything to you.”
“But… I’m not married yet,” Isaac says, his eyes darting back and forth between his dad and me.
It almost seems as if he wants his dad to force him to marry me.
“It’s all right, Son,” Mr. Morris says. “I never should have given you such a silly ultimatum. I know you’re getting married this weekend, and I’ll be there with bells on, provided I’m not too sick to get out of this bed, of course.”
He chuckles. This is a side of him that I certainly hadn’t seen before, and Isaac looks just as shocked.
“But even if for whatever reason, you
decide not to get married, I trust your judgment. I mean, you chose Veronica after all.”
I laugh, and so does he. Isaac laughs too, although his face reveals that he doesn’t know how to feel.
“I’ll go get Cora,” I say, knowing that she’ll be happy to hear the good news.
It’s all good, except for the fact that I don’t get that wedding at the Ritz Carlton to Isaac. Fake or not, I have to admit I was looking forward to it.
Chapter 16 – Isaac
Back at my apartment, I want to rip Veronica’s clothes off but my head is all over the place. I can’t believe everything that just happened. I saved the company— with Veronica’s help. My dad gave me the company— no strings attached. And I wasted two million dollars— except I didn’t, because Veronica’s still here by my side, even though she no longer needs to be.
Before I can stop her, Veronica jumps up into my arms. And it’s not that I want to stop her. It’s just that I’m surprised.
“Woah,” I tell her, as she kisses me passionately and deeply. “What is this for?”
“This is because you’re a rock star,” she says, wrapping her legs around me and squeezing tight. “You were great and you got your dad to see things your way.”
“ Our way,” I correct her, tearing her clothes off as fast as I can.
I place her on my bed and my tongue works my way down her body. I kiss her neck— like I did the very first time I took her virginity— and her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Then I spread her legs and my tongue travels the expanse of her perfect pussy, licking it and biting it softly.
“Oh, my God, Isaac,” she moans. “That feels so good.”
“Great,” I tell her. “Because I know I’ve been rough in the past, but right now, it’s all about being slow and gentle and making you feel amazing.”
I suck on her clit while playing with both of her nipples. She spreads her legs wide and her pussy juice drips into my mouth as she grabs ahold of my hair and moves my mouth all over her.
“Yes,” she calls out. “Yes, Isaac, yes.”
I stick my tongue into her pussy hole and then return to sucking on her clit. She squeezes her legs around my head and says, “I’m coming, you’re making me come.”
“Good,” I tell her, sucking the sweet juices out of her.
Only when she’s completely done coming do I climb on top of her and reach for the condom in my bedside drawer. This time there’s no tying her up, there’s no punishment, there’s no rough sex. It’s just Veronica and me, being ourselves with each other, and I love it.
I love her.
“I love you,” I tell her, as my cock enters her pussy. “I’ve been wanting to tell you how much I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, her hips rising so that I can push myself further inside her.
I thrust in and out of her, looking deep into her green eyes.
“I’m so glad I met you,” I tell her, and then we kiss.
“I was just thinking how glad I am that I called that number,” she says.
“And I’m glad I needed to buy a fake fiancée.”
We laugh as I pulse inside of her.
“I’m going to come,” we both say at the same time.
My groans mix with her moans and I love the sound of as coming as much as I love how she says my name over and over.
“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac.”
“Come with me, Baby,” I tell her, stroking her hair as I push myself in and out of her a few more times.
Then I collapse on the bed beside her. She lays her head on my arm and I continue to play with her hair.
“Thank you so much for helping save my dad’s company,” I tell her.
“Apparently, he wants me to stick around and help out some more,” she says.
“Apparently, he does. So, that’s what you’d better do.”
“Okay then,” she agrees. “Thank you for taking my virginity.”
“My pleasure,” I tell her. “Thank you for being my fake fiancée.”
“About that…” she says, and we look at each other, half laughing, half wondering.
“What are you going to do about all the arrangements you made and all the money you paid?” she asks.
Her question has to be a ruse. She knows I have no problem throwing money away on things. And that I have a vast network of people who helped me set this up that I could easily call to cancel everything and probably only be out some deposits at most. But she wants to know what’s going to happen to us . For the first time in my life, I want certainty. I want commitment. I want to settle down.
“I was thinking, what’s the use of letting it all go to waste on a fake wedding?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she responds, attempting to remain nonchalant. “I guess now that we don’t have to do it, there’s no point.”
“Instead,” I continue, “I was thinking, why not have a real wedding?”
“What?”
Her gorgeous eyes widen in surprise.
I get down on one knee on the floor beside the bed. She sits up and smiles down at me.
“Oh, forgot something,” I say, and I hold out my hand.
Grinning sheepishly, she takes off the rock I gave her before I took her virginity, and puts it in my hand.
“Veronica, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world and you’ve shown me I want things I didn’t ever know I wanted. Like love. Commitment. A real wedding.”
We laugh, but a tear of joy comes to her eyes.
“Therefore, I plan to spend the rest of my life with you,” I tell her. “And not because I have to, but because I want to. Veronica, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she says, hopping off the bed so that I can catch her in my arms and spin her around. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. I love you.”
“I love you too, so much.”
I put the ring on her, which I had still been holding in my hand.
“Now it’s been placed there for the right reasons,” I tell her.
“And I bet now you care what I do with it,” she jokes.
“I sure do. Don’t sell it and we’ll be good to go.”
“You and I are good to go for sure. But now, there’s just one problem,” she says.
“Oh, and what is that?” I ask.
“Well, your dad and Cora know about this arrangement and they’re happy about it. Stacy knows it’s fake, and will be happy to know it’s real, as long as I’m happy, which I definitely am.”
“Glad to hear it,” I tell her.
“But somehow I’ve got to find a way to tell my parents that I’m getting married— for real — to a guy they’ve never met or even heard of.”
“That should be interesting,” I say, nodding my head. “Do you need my help? Just like you helped me with my dad?”
“No,” she says, burying her head into my chest. “I got myself into this mess, and I’m going to get myself… further into it… all on my own. It’s the least I can do for my parents. Especially my mom.”
“Okay,” I tell her, running my hand through a strand of her hair. “Whatever you want, fiancée.”
“I’m your real fiancée,” she says, holding up her hand with the ring on it, so that it sparkles and shines in the light.
“Yes, you certainly are.”
Chapter 17 – Veronica
It’s late when I get home but luckily my parents are still up, watching re-runs of Seinfeld.
“Mom, Dad, we have to talk,” I tell them, sitting in the reclining chair they’ve had since I was in elementary school.
“Oh?” my mom says, turning her head to look at me.
She looks great. The treatment she started undergoing is a lot gentler on her body than the regimen she had been on under Dr. Oslo. Her smile is vibrant and sincerely happy.
“I have some news you’re not going to be able to believe,” I tell them, deciding that the best way is to just come straight out with it.
“Oh really?” my mom asks, with t
hat hint of curiosity and alarm in her voice that only my mother can mix together in one tone so well.
“Yes,” I tell her, and then I take Isaac’s ring out of my pocket. “Surprise.”
“What in the…?” my dad starts to say, but my mom rushes over and holds up my hand.
“Is that three carrots?” she asks me, astonished.
I laugh.
“I don’t even know,” I tell her. “But isn’t it beautiful?”
“It sure is. Where did you get it?”
“I think the better question is where did you get it from ?” Dad asks. “Or rather, who gave it to you? Why have we never even heard of him before?”
His voice is stern so I look at my mom for reassurance. She’s just giving me a blank look, as if I have a lot of explaining to do. And I guess I do.
“I met a guy named Isaac when I was out with Stacy,” I tell them, which is the truth. “And, we got involved in a little whirlwind romance.”
“Well I’d say,” my dad says. “This explains why we never see you around here anymore.”
“I know you probably think I’m crazy,” I tell them, “but we’re in love. For real. And we’re getting married.”
“Well, that much is obvious,” my mom says, fanning herself at the sight of my ring all over again. “So why haven’t you told us?”
“He’s… older than me, for one,” I say. “And he’s… filthy stinking rich.”
“You don’t say,” my mom says, pointing to the diamond as if she still can’t get over it.
“I didn’t want you to think I was just…”
“Using him for his money?” my mom asks.
“Yeah, like I wanted to be sure this was real love. And I didn’t want you to talk me out of it. So we went ahead and planned a wedding date.”
“Veronica…” My dad starts, in a warning voice.
But my mom cuts him off.
“I think it’s rather romantic,” she says. “Your dad and I only dated for six months before we got married. But that’s because I was…”
She trails off.
“Did he knock you up?” my dad demands, raising his voice. “I’ll kill him if he…”
