WIFE FOR A PRICE: A Hitman Fake Marriage Romance

by Thomas, Kathryn

  “So you now have five exhibitions to prepare for? You need to start working right away!” Devin was sitting on the couch with Camille beside him. Shayna was in an armchair facing them, with her legs folded under her thighs. It was three in the morning, and Camille wished that Shayna would take the hint and leave, but she was still seemingly waiting around.

  Camille smiled at Devin when he grabbed her hand in his and gave it a tight squeeze.

  “It’s all very exciting, and it’s all because of you,” she said and kissed him lightly on his cheek.

  “So what really happened with the other club? What did you say to them? Is all that solved now?” Shayna had a number of questions, and when Camille looked at Devin, he didn’t seem like he was prepared to answer any of them.

  He smiled at Shayna and raised an eyebrow in her direction. “The less I tell you, the safer you’ll be,” he said in all seriousness, and Shayna shot a nervous look at Camille who only smiled at her.

  “Oh, Shayna! He’s only messing with you,” she said, but Shayna still looked like she was going to completely freak out.

  “It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Devin said, and Shayna turned to him again, with a sour look on her face. Camille realized that as much as Shayna knew that Devin could be trusted, and as much as she knew how Camille and Devin felt about each other, it seemed like Shayna still couldn’t bring herself to like him.

  “Well, you’re still here aren’t you?” Shayna threw at him, and Camille stood up before any of it got any worse.

  “Break it up you two. Like seriously. We all need to learn to get along.” She crossed her arms over her chest. She could see that Devin and Shayna were glaring at each other, even though he seemed to have a humorous smile on his face. He was only pretending. Neither of them had replied to Camille.

  “Can we shake hands and call it even now?” she urged them, and they continued to glare.

  “Sure, what the hell,” Devin said suddenly and stuck out his hand towards Shayna. Shayna looked up at Camille and then back down towards Devin. She sighed loudly before extending her own hand and shaking Devin’s.

  “I am very grateful for all the opportunities with our work that you are bringing to us,” Shayna said, slowly standing up from the armchair. Camille smiled, slightly relieved. She couldn’t do without either of them, and they both knew that as well as she did.

  “But you should remember that you started all this in the first place,” Shayna said with her brows crossed.

  “Shayna!” Camille exclaimed and used her hands to start pushing her towards the door.

  “I’m just telling the truth. He should be aware of it. He can’t just think he can swoop in here and be the hero when he started all this in the first place.” Shayna was still talking loudly while Camille pushed her in the direction of the door.

  “He’s quite aware of that Shayna, just go home now, will you?” Camille had reached the door and pulled it open. Shayna was still exchanging mock-threatening looks with Devin while he laughed in the background. Just a few more days of hanging out together and Camille knew that Shayna would warm to him. She was always weary of everyone at first, and of course, Devin had given her enough reason to be as well.

  “Bye. I’ll call you tomorrow!” Camille shouted as she shut the door on Shayna, and then she turned around to look at Devin.

  They were both smiling at each other silently, neither of them had anything they could possibly say. All the events of the day had overwhelmed them.

  Devin stood up from the couch and rushed towards her. He grabbed Camille by the waist and pulled her close to him, kissing her lips tenderly at first and then with a growing hunger. She had tilted her head back to kiss him and felt his hands in her hair as he held her there.

  When they parted for breath, they were both panting.

  “I love you, Camille,” he said, for the first time and didn’t wait for her response. It seemed like he didn’t care what her response was; he just wanted to tell her the truth.

  “I love you, Devin,” she said when he tilted her head back so he could kiss her neck.

  She bit down on her lip as she felt his tongue slide down her neck and towards her breasts. She had waited for this moment all day, ever since she saw him at the store kissing Evangeline. And now here he was in her arms again.

  She let her hands slip in under his shirt, and she felt for the curves of his muscles. She knew where his tattoos were and she traced them out with her fingers while he kissed her neck and her shoulders.

  “Camille,” he breathed her name, and she heard a certain panic in his voice. She searched for his eyes and he looked like he was about to break into a smile.

  “Will you marry me?” he asked, and suddenly, the world felt like it had cracked open, and she was falling through. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She didn’t know if it was even true. Was she dreaming? She must have been! Until she felt Devin’s hot breath fall on her face and she was snapped back to reality again. She was actually in his arms, he was actually kissing her, and he had also truly asked her to marry him.

  Camille was in shock, but she knew what her answer was going to be.

  “Yes, of course, I will,” Camille replied breathily while they both stared into each other’s eyes with smiles on their faces.

  “I didn’t think you would say yes,” Devin said and then reached for her face so he could kiss her. Camille giggled as their lips met and then she pulled away from him. She was too excited to stay still.

  “I don’t have a ring yet. I hadn’t planned on this.” Devin looked apologetic, but Camille smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the couch.

  “Why wouldn’t I say yes, Devin?” she asked quietly as she indicated for him to sit down. He did, and she followed him, throwing her legs over his and straddling him.

  Their faces were level now, and she held on to him by his shoulders while he kept his hands on her waist gently.

  “After everything that happened… I wasn’t sure if you even wanted to see me again.”

  Camille licked her lips and smiled. “There is nowhere I would rather be than with you. No matter how dangerous your life is, I want to be in it.” She knocked her forehead against his, and they kissed again.

  “I didn’t think I wanted a relationship, Camille. Not one like this, not one that would lead to a married life, especially not with you. Because I didn’t think a life with me would be safe for you,” Devin told her gruffly while Camille traced the side of his jaw with her tongue. His skin was salty, and his stubble prickled her tongue, but she couldn’t have been happier. All her fears and suspicions about him had disappeared. This was the Devin she knew and loved, and this was the man she wanted to marry. No matter who in the world thought it was a bad idea.

  “I don’t need as much protecting as you think I do. I can take care of myself,” Camille said, pulling herself away so she could look at him again.

  “I can see that. You’re much braver than I gave you credit for,” Devin replied, and Camille laughed again.

  “I’m going to be your wife, Devin!” She laid her head on his chest. That was her favorite thing to do because she could hear his heart beating fast. His body was warm, and she could mold herself to his shape while he played with her curls, twirling them around on his forefinger.

  “And I’m going to be your husband,” he said, and she could feel the vibrations in his body when he laughed. Camille sighed a sigh of relief and contentment. She could be here forever, straddling Devin Rock, with her head on his chest and their bodies intertwined.

  “Will it be bad if I started working on a new comic book series?” she asked after they had been like that for a few moments.

  “Of course not. You don’t want to work on Country Crowns anymore? I love Cammy. I want to read more of her.”

  Camille straightened her back to look at him directly. “No maybe not a new series, but just write in a new character. Cammy meets her match and falls in love with this biker m
an who also works as an underwear model,” Camille said, and they both started laughing.

  “That character doesn’t sound appealing in the least,” Devin said, still snorting through his nose. Camille reached for his cheek and ran her finger over his stubble, feeling his skin under her fingertips.

  “Cammy needs a partner. Nobody can do it alone. And this new character is appealing, very appealing indeed.” She leaned in towards him to playfully bite his lower lip. Devin smiled and stroked her back.

  “You’re the artist and author. You know what is best. You’ve done a brilliant job so far.”

  Camille smiled widely. She had never felt so encouraged and so powerful before as she did in this man’s presence. He had completely changed her life, given her confidence, and now a new purpose. She was more grateful to Devin than he even knew.

  She leaned in again to kiss him and allowed her hand to trace his chest and then his abdomen. She pushed her tongue into his mouth while her hand explored his body like it was new to her. Every time she touched Devin, it was a new experience for her. When she felt his dick through his jeans, she could feel that it was throbbing with desire. It had grown, and she unzipped his pants.

  Devin gasped while kissing her as she slid her hand in and grabbed his dick gently.

  “Camille,” he breathed her name by pulling away from her mouth and knocking his head backward. She watched as Devin shut his eyes tightly. He was enjoying it; he was like clay in her hands. She stroked him gently at first, and then hard until she could feel his body shaking violently. She wanted to push him just that bit to the edge and then pull him back.

  Devin still had his eyes closed while his hands held her waist tightly now. Camille continued to stroke him, feeling the length of his dick up and down. It was hot and throbbing in her hands, still growing as she continued. He was under her control now, and he knew it. She could hear him groaning as he rushed towards the edge and then Camille pulled back. She stopped, and he jerked his eyes open. Devin gulped while Camille smiled. She could see it in his eyes; he was hungry, and his lips were dry from his thirst for more. He was in shock that she had stopped when he was so close to the edge.

  And then a wild animal power took over his eyes and Camille smiled. She knew he was going to devour her alive and she just couldn’t wait.

  Devin clutched the material of her blouse with both his hands and then she heard the rip of the cloth. He had torn it apart, and it had turned to rags.

  He hadn’t said a word yet; he was only making his way slowly towards his prey. He was on the hunt. Then he ripped off the rest of her blouse. Then off came her bra and her denim skirt. He wasn’t wasting any time. He wanted her, and that was all he could think of. He was barely even looking into her eyes; his focus was on her body.

  Without warning, Devin inserted two fingers into her. His fingers slid in, and Camille moaned loudly, more out of surprise. She was still sitting on his lap, as he stroked her hard. His other hand was pinching her left nipple while he turned his gaze to her face.

  He wanted to watch while she writhed and wriggled with unbearable pleasure. Her body was revolting against her mind. She was losing all of the control she had just tortured him with minutes ago.

  Camille was laughing uncontrollably while he stroked her, pushing his fingers deep into her and sliding them out repeatedly. Camille screamed when she felt his mouth on her nipple. His tongue lapped at it and then sucked while his other fingers played with her other breast.

  The sensation was overpowering - she had no respite and no escape. Her body had no other choice but to give in to him.

  Then he thrust his dick into her. He had done it all in one swift motion. His fingers were out, and his dick had slid in, while his mouth remained on her breast. Camille screamed again when she felt the length of him slide in. When he pulled his mouth away, his lips were glistening with his own saliva. He was looking straight into her eyes like he was trying to communicate something to her... That she was his now. Body and soul. They were going to get married and be with each other forever. Camille allowed her mouth to hang open slightly as her eyes glazed over as she stared at him.

  She was bouncing up and down on his lap. She could feel her breasts moving with the motion. His hands traced the shape of her breasts, then her waist and now his right hand was massaging her clit while he pumped with his dick inside of her.

  Camille screamed again as the sensations took over her mind. He was biting down on his lip as he pushed and thrust with an increased force. He didn’t want to do it gently this time. He wanted to possess her.

  He gripped her by the waist when her screaming turned to uncontrollable moaning. He was stroking her deep inside where nobody had touched her before. He could see it in her eyes, in her body, that she was going to cum and Devin was going to cum with her.

  Camille’s body shook, and she moaned while her toes curled and she came violently. Her body froze while he kept thrusting into her. Then he came as well, and she felt him shoot inside of her. Camille dug her nails into the flesh of his beautiful naked torso - tattooed, ripped, muscular, and strong. This man could protect her against anything; never had she trusted anything more.

  He had cum, and he remained there until their breathing subsided and Camille could smile again.

  “A lifetime of this!” Camille said as she felt Devin slide out of her. She threw her legs off him and slid into the corner of the couch, completely naked, sweating and breathing hard. Devin smiled at her and ran his hands through his hair. He was completely naked as well - the finest specimen of the male species that she had ever set her eyes on. Every woman who met him wanted him. Some had photographs of him hanging on their bedroom walls, but only Camille could truly have him. That made her smile.

  “That was the perfect ending to this shitty day,” he said and stood up.

  “Don’t put your clothes on just yet,” Camille said when she saw him reaching for his jeans. He let them drop from his hands and smiled at her. Camille sighed loudly and tucked her legs under her as she watched him walking to the kitchen sink. He was sweating too, the sides of his face glistened, and sweat drops dripped from his hair. His chest was covered in a film of her sweat mixed with his.

  Then her phone rang. It was four in the morning! Camille shot him a look, and he held up his hand to her, indicating for her to remain where she was.

  He walked over to her cell phone and answered the call.

  “Who is this?” he spoke into the phone. Camille could hear the faint murmur of a male voice, but she couldn’t quite recognize it. Devin had grown silent; he was listening to the caller without saying anything. Then he hung up.

  “I broke my phone by smashing it against the wall. So they didn’t know how else to get a hold of me,” Devin explained, placing the phone back on the coffee table. Camille was confused.

  “Who are they? What did they want?” she asked, and a shiver ran down her spine. This was what her life was going to be like going forward. This is what she was signing up for… constant fear.

  “That was Jimmy Figueroa. The head of The Choppers,” Devin said while Camille still held her breath. She was afraid of what he might say and how it might change her life. Did he have to leave? Had Evangeline escaped?

  “He was calling to say that he is willing to testify against her. And he’ll give the cops a statement. She has been stealing from them, and Figueroa wants payback.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine Two Years Later

  Camille

  Camille still had the same set of tight blonde curls like a halo around her face, and her eyes were the same precious blue. She was in a pair of tailored chocolate brown trousers that flared at the bottom. She wore an ivory silk blouse tucked in at her slim waist. In her ears were the earrings Devin had gifted her for her first art exhibition at Evangeline Fox’s gallery, and they sparkled when the camera lights flashed on her face.

  Shayna was sitting beside her on the couch. She hadn’t changed much either. A blue velvet short dres
s, fishnets, costume jewelry on her wrists and neck, and dark Goth makeup. Shayna and Camille made an unlikely artistic pair, but they were slowly rising to national fame.

  Nora Rhodes, Miami’s morning talk show host, was fixing the lapel microphone on her suit. Shayna and Camille exchanged looks and smiled. The first segment had gone well. They had spoken about their work, all the art they had been selling, their exhibitions, and their plans of starting their own comic book publishing company. They were a successful duo, and they had already developed quite the fan base all over the country. The past two years had been a rollercoaster ride, but Camille wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  Nora turned to them when their producer indicated that the commercial breaks were over. They were live.

  “Welcome back to the show. We were chatting with Camille and Shayna about their work, and now moving on to your personal lives, tell me, Shayna, what are your plans for the future?” Nora got straight to the point. Time was of the essence.