Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  What did he do with all this space? And what did he do with all the other rooms? He could only really sleep in one. I couldn’t help but think of how my younger siblings had to share a room in our own small house.

  I willed myself to stay focused on the task at hand. My mother had entrusted me with a huge amount of responsibility and I had to stay focused on that.

  I could see why my mother had been so careful about how she dealt with Mr. King. But, the more I walked through the house, the less concerned I had become about following the rules that she’d drummed in my head.

  I was curious and I wanted to explore the house. I was glad to be helping Mom out with this job, because it was a lot more exciting than anything else I would be doing today.

  I’ll just walk around and get an idea of what my work day is going to look like, I justified to myself.

  I set off to look around, not quite sure what I would find. But I had a feeling that today had a lot in store for me. And that meeting Mr. King was going to be very interesting indeed.

  Chapter 3 – Darren

  “What seems to be the problem?”

  Dr. Milton was using his hallmark question for what seemed like the millionth time since I was young. He had been our family doctor since before I was born, so it just made sense that I would keep seeing him now.

  I had gone to see him shortly after the helicopter crash. He didn’t say much. He just hemmed and hawed, looking at me from over from the top of his glasses, his lips pursed as he evaluated me.

  I had just been glad he didn’t recoil in disgust or respond in some other way that made me feel uncomfortable, like every other person in my life. Well, almost every other person. My maid, Eve, never made me feel like the monster that I knew myself to look like, either.

  So, I kept my regular appointments with Dr. Milton and would even call him, like I was doing now, if I ever had a concern.

  “There have been some… uh… developments,” I said, my voice trailing off.

  Even though Dr. Milton had been very understanding of my situation, what I called to talk to him about was not the easiest discussion to have with anyone.

  “Developments?” he asked softly.

  “Yes… I… uh… it seems that I am having trouble performing sexually.”

  I said the last part in a voice so low it was nearly a fucking whisper.

  “Oh, okay. I think I understand. This is not uncommon given your condition. Are you able to have an erection?”

  I couldn’t believe that I was talking to the man who had given me a lollipop after my kindergarten shots about the functioning of my penis. Or, rather, the dysfunction of it.

  "Yes. But, well, honestly, Doc, I don’t really get them that often, but it seems as though they don’t last very long and I can’t quite… finish.”

  “Yes, that seems to be pretty straightforward. Of course, we should run further tests to be sure, though.”

  “To be sure of what?”

  “The accident probably has had more of an effect on you than you realize. It may have affected your testosterone level and sperm count. And, if that’s the case, then it’s very possible that your possibility of having children would be drastically lowered.”

  “Really?” I said.

  I was annoyed. Annoyed by the situation and, in that moment, by Dr. Milton.

  “How can you say that without having run any tests?” I demanded. “I mean, um, is that just your best guess or a certain diagnosis?”

  I backed off my initial anger, because it wasn’t Dr. Milton’s fault I was in this mess. I knew he was just trying to help.

  “Oh, trust me, we will definitely have to run some tests just to make sure,” he answered, not seeming to be bothered by my testiness. I was sure he was used to all kinds of push back from patients. “But, I was actually afraid of this from the very beginning, due to where you have sustained injury. The tests will confirm it, but based on what you’re telling me and the results of the preliminary testing, due to the burns you suffered while in the helicopter, your sperm count is likely declining.”

  “Don’t mince words with me, Doc,” I demanded, suddenly not caring about my tone. “Exactly what does that mean?”

  “Well, it means that if you still have the capability of producing children, then, every passing day, the odds go down. The longer you wait, the odds are slim to none. It means if you would ever like to try, the time is now.”

  There it was: the death sentence that no man ever wanted to hear. For various reasons, I wasn’t as concerned about the fact that I couldn’t make a baby right now, but not having the option to choose in the future was devastating. So was the fact that my dick was limp and it seemed that wasn’t going to improve, either.

  “So, what about sexual performance?” I asked Dr. Milton. “I’ll be just as frank with you as you’re being with me, because I appreciate that. At this point, I can hardly see how I’m supposed to work on making a baby when I can’t even get it up. Or at least, I can’t keep it up.”

  I wanted to tell him how it starts off good: I would think about someone sexy, or the thought of sex in general, and get hard. But then after a while, it all collapsed, literally as well as figuratively. But, as I struggled to find the right words, Dr. Milton cleared his throat to answer my question, and I realized he knew more about what I meant than I thought he did.

  “Have you had sexual contact with a woman?” he asked. “Or are we just talking about one on one, on your own?”

  “That one,” I answered, feeling rather embarrassed about how long it had been since I’d been with a woman. “The on my own thing.”

  It wasn’t that I couldn’t get a woman. Since I was over six feet tall, with a full head of hair and a powerful presence, the women threw themselves at me. But I had been burned before— not just in the accident, but in relationship matters— and I was determined to stay away from women because it only ended up damaging me even more.

  “Well, the good news is that it’s different with another person,” the doctor said. “We’re not really sure why. There have been inconclusive studies. But sexual arousal can often be sustained by another person, during intimate contact, even when it can’t be sustained by oneself. I would recommend you try that out and see what happens. Responsibly, of course.”

  The only thing I was worried about being responsible with was my fucking heart. My body and spirit had been broken, and I wasn’t about to hand my heart over to a woman to have her way with. In the past, a relationship had come close to destroying me and I was determined not to let that happen again.

  But, I thought, realizing my cock was getting a bit hard from just the thought of being with a woman again, a little fucking hanky panky never hurt anything.

  I would just have to leave my heart out of it.

  “Thanks for the advice, Doc.”

  “When can you come in so that we can run further tests?”

  I guess I would have to leave my peaceful palace and venture out into the world I’d tried so hard to leave behind. That happened every now and then, for a doctor’s appointment or some other urgent need. But I tried to have it not happen, because I liked staying here, away from everything out there.

  Just as I was about to answer, I was startled by a sound that I had never heard in my home. It was a voice, someone singing. Although the voice belonged to a female, it didn’t sound familiar.

  I knew that it wasn’t Eve because she knew to never come to this side of the house. I had only told her one time and she never forgot and left me unbothered.

  Plus, she never sang. She knew better than to disturb me like that. In fact, most of the time, I didn’t even know that she had been in my house until I found one of her refrigerator notes. And I liked it that way. I had built an isolated cabin in the woods for a fucking reason.

  “Hello? Darren, are you there?”

  Dr. Milton was getting impatient. He wanted to know when I could come in for follow up questions, so he could get off the phone. I un
derstood his position, since I so hated talking on the phone, or to anyone at all. But all I could think about was whoever was fucking singing in my house.

  Who the fuck was in my house? And how did she get in?

  “Yes, Doc,” I hurriedly said into the phone. “Let me think about it and get back to you.”

  “Okay,” he said, sounding confused. “I really do mean that the sooner you address these problems, the better the likelihood is that…”

  “Yes, Doc, I know,” I assured him. “My time is limited. I have to get in to see you right away. And I have to make a move on knocking someone up.”

  “Is that possible?” he asked. “Are you in a committed relationship?”

  Most definitely not, I thought, but, before I could answer, he rushed to continue.

  “I mean, I don’t want to be nosy. It’s none of my business, personally. But, I’m asking because science and technology have many options available. There is surrogacy…”

  “Doc, it’s fine,” I told him. “I appreciate your help. I’ll figure it out.”

  If being intimate with a woman would help me keep my cock hard, and if having a baby was something I needed to do sooner rather than later, then impregnating someone the old fashioned way would be the best of both worlds. I could kill two birds with one stone that way.

  I just had to find a willing participant. Someone who would want money to carry my baby, and who would want me enough to let me do it the old fashioned way.

  That might be the hard part, because even though I was used to having a lot of women at my disposal, I wasn’t so sure they’d still want me when they got up close and saw my scars. I hadn’t tested that theory, and, for many reasons, I had purposefully stayed away from women after I got home from Afghanistan and my stay in the military hospital.

  I guess it was time to see if I still had swagger, even with my scars.

  I hung up the phone and grabbed a bat that I’d had tucked away in the closet. Then, I headed toward the sound of the singing.

  Chapter 4 – Hope

  There were so many rooms in the house, it was a wonder how anybody could ever find their way around. I got lost and couldn’t tell which part of the cabin I was in or if it was a part my mom had said not to go into.

  Opening one of the doors, I stumbled across one of the biggest libraries that I had ever seen. There were books from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. I walked into the room and spun around, looking them all over.

  “Wow!” I exclaimed loudly.

  I was singing show tunes and being sure to alert Mr. King I was here, since I didn’t know which room he was in and I didn’t want to startle him. I had just started my whole repertoire of songs I listen to on my iPod while I clean. But now that I was in this room, I had no more need to sing “Light My Candle” from Rent.

  I felt like I had walked into a dream. Reading was one of my favorite things to do and this room seemed to offer tons of options that could keep my imagination busy for centuries. I so wanted to grab a book and head to one of the cozy corners near the fireplace in the living room to read all day long, to my heart’s content, and forget all about working.

  By the looks of it, though, no one had been in this room for quite some time, not even to dust. I guess this was one of the rooms my mom had said not to enter. Oops. It was hard to keep these things straight. But it was clear she never came in to clean, or the place would have been spotless because she’s damn good at her job.

  I ran my finger down along the spine of one of the books and it came back up with a thick layer of dust on it. I sneezed as some dust particles wafted up into my nose.

  I looked up and saw a book with gold letters jutting out of the shelf. It was my favorite book: Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens.

  I remembered the first time that I’d read Great Expectations. I couldn’t have been any more than eight years old. I remember snuggling into my father’s lap, surrounded by his strong arms and the smell of peppermint, his favorite candy. I could almost smell it as I stood there remembering his smooth, low voice lilting up and down as he read to me.

  He loved that book. He read it with so much life, the words seemed to jump straight off the pages. I always had so many questions and I would interrupt at least three times per page. But he never got angry. He actually seemed amused and happy to answer my many questions.

  Reading that book together had been one of my favorite traditions. Seeing it sticking out of the shelf right now made my heart ache. I missed him so much.

  I had a copy of the book— the same one Dad had read to me from— in my memory box under my bed. But I made sure to take it out only during those times when I wanted to listen to my “sad songs playlist” on Spotify and have myself a good cry. Seeing it here in broad daylight, in someone else’s house, when I was least expecting it, sent a strong shiver down my spine. For some reason, I’d always thought if I started reading it without my dad, it would erase his memory from my brain.

  But maybe this was a sign that reading it again could help me remember all the good memories. I might as well face some of my fears. Perhaps I had been sent to this house for a reason.

  I grabbed a stepping stool a few feet away. As I was climbing up to get the book, the door burst wide open and an angry figure filled the doorway.

  He was an angry good looking figure. Very good looking. I glanced up at his tall figure, which almost filled the ornately decorated door frame. He was tall, with dark hair and green eyes. I tried not to blush as I looked back down at the wood floors, away from his scorching gaze. Underneath the flaming anger, I could swear I saw something else.

  Interest.

  “Whoever you are, you need to leave! How did you get in here, anyway?”

  Oh, shit.

  I gulped hard and knew that this wasn’t going to be good. He might be interested in me, but it also seemed he was going to punish me.

  Chapter 5 – Darren

  I opened the door to my library carefully, peeking my head around the corner. I could still hear soft singing— more like humming— and I heard clumsy noise coming from that direction. Whoever it was, they weren’t really making much of an effort to hide themselves.

  I guess they aren’t here to rob me. My bat began to go slack in my hands as I rounded the corner and swung open the library door.

  There stood a red headed, curvy figure, with a face that portrayed innocence mixed with naughtiness. She still had youthful excitement in her gaze, and couldn’t be much older than a teenager. Her sharp green eyes looked similar to mine— something very rare. And she had a cute nose covered with freckles, which gave her the appearance of a doe in headlights. The way that she was batting her eyes at me, however, let me know that she was anything but a helpless damsel in distress.

  Lord have mercy, I thought to myself. She’s a feisty one, for sure.

  She was beautiful. But, I could tell that she was afraid because she stood completely still, her gaze bouncing between me and the bat that I held, which rested on the floor. At least, I hoped that that was what had her frozen in fear. But, it was probably my hideous appearance, too. I knew that my ugliness resulting from my injuries could shock anyone able to get as close to me as she had.

  As stunningly gorgeous as she was, I felt intruded upon and it didn’t make it much better that my intruder was cute as hell. I had gone through great lengths to keep myself away from people and yet here she stood, completely uninvited.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “Hey there.” She raised her eyebrows at me, as if telling me to chill out. Fuck. Why did she have to be so damn cute and sassy? “I’m Hope, Eve’s daughter. She asked me to come fill in for her today because she’s sick.”

  “Fine. But, that doesn’t give you the right to come snooping around my house. I’m surprised Eve didn’t tell you, because she’s a great employee. But I have very particular rules for where anyone— including the help —is allowed to roam.”

  I could tell that my words were comin
g out harsher than I had meant for them to because she took a couple of steps back. I hadn’t meant to use the phrase “the help.” I just hadn’t known what else to refer to her as.

  “Sorry,” she finally mumbled after a few seconds had passed. “And, my mom did tell me. I just, um, got confused and wasn’t sure which room was which. This library is gorgeous. I was just going to borrow a copy of one of your books, if you don’t mind…”

  “I mind,” I told her.

  I tried to soften my tone. I couldn’t help but look her over and continue to notice how sexy she was. She was young and had curves in just the right places. And I was especially fond of redheads. The way that her short, curly hair fell messily over her face only added to her unique appeal.

  “Well, get on with cleaning and get out,” I said, stalking out of the library.

  I didn’t say it just because I was upset at her for intruding. I could feel the beginning of an erection coming on and I knew that if I didn’t leave soon, she was going to get an eyeful of my hardness.

  She was going to know that she had a powerful effect on me. An effect so strong I wanted to place her hands on the bookshelves while she was standing on that stepping stool. I would be in the perfect position to grab her ass from behind and stick my hard cock into her pussy. I bet once it was in her warm, tight slipperiness, that it would stay hard until it shot its cum inside her. In the meantime, I’d be busy pulling those red curls of hers and spanking that round, bouncy ass as I fucked her.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I had only just met her, and I was already smitten. Eve had mentioned having children, but I didn’t know one of them was a grown adult, and sexy as fuck to boot. I couldn’t believe the only good employee I’d managed to find after my accident was holding out on me like this.

  She probably knew I’d want to defile her innocent looking daughter. I’d want to walk around in the woods behind my house with her legs wrapped around me, both of us naked but kept warm by our body heat as my cock thrust in and out of her every time my leg lifted her up and down while I trudged through the forest.