Fake Marriage Act

by Lulu Pratt

  What is odd is how torn I am by the whole thing. On the one hand, a part of me has hated this man since that day Lyndsey came to me. I used to lie awake and plot what I would do if I ever came across him in real life. The revenge I would seek. But now, I don’t know what to do. I like him. I do. But do I like him enough?

  Sure, he’s handsome and sweet, but he hurt my sister. He broke her apart, and from that, she never recovered. Despite my feelings for the guy, I just don’t know if I can go through with what he wants.

  I seethe as more and more memories come back to me. That day in particular, as my sister wept on the floor of my bedroom. Lost in the moment, I come up with a plan, a delightfully devilish one that my sister would be proud of.

  I am going to have his baby. And I will take his money. But when I do, I will also take the baby with me. I will disappear off the map and raise the baby as my own, in honor of Lyndsey. Yes, that’s all I can do. It’s what I have to do.

  The moment the plan settles in, I pick up my phone and text Blake, “I’ll do it.” I know that if I don’t, I will chicken out. The text goes through, and I stare at my phone, wondering if I have done the right thing. Yes, I have.

  It’s as I stare at my phone that it suddenly vibrates in my hand. It’s Blake calling me. I consider not answering. I don’t know if I can speak to him right now. But cooler heads prevail and I do.

  “Hello,” I say.

  “Do you mean it?” He asks on the other end of the line.

  “I do,” I say.

  Despite myself, I can’t help but smile.

  “Amazing!” he says. “I’m looking forward to making a baby with you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I say coyly. “Make? I thought we were going to do an insemination type thing?”

  “We could do that, I suppose,” he says, sounding as if he is thinking on it. “But where is the fun in that?”

  “I didn’t know this was for fun,” I say. As I do, I stand and walk over to my bed, sitting on the end of it.

  “It isn’t, but why not have some anyway? It will be worth your while, I promise.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I breath down the line, making my voice nice and throaty. “How worth it?”

  “I wish I didn’t have to leave the other night. Then I would have shown you. But let’s just say that you’re going to be getting more than you bargained for. A whole lot more.”

  I don’t know how it has happened, but I suddenly find myself becoming very hot. Intolerably hot. And not from the weather, but the words being spoken by Blake. His voice is deep and sexual, and his words are even more so.

  I imagine him on the other end, playing with himself, and it sends a pulse of electricity up my spine. Sure, I plan on ruining him, but why not have some fun in the meantime? Just like he said.

  “Tell me more,” I breathe again. “Will I be able to handle it?”

  “Oh, we’ll make it work. One inch at a time.” I can hear his breathing intensifying.

  I moan. “How many inches. I’m not very big down there.”

  “I am,” he says. “But don’t worry. I’ll slide all ten of them in, nice and slow. Right up to the base.”

  “Ten?” I gasp, not even by accident. If he is telling the truth, then he is well-endowed. Just the thought of that makes me wet. I can feel it.

  “That’s right,” he says, and I can almost hear him smiling. “Do you like big equipment?”

  “I do.”

  “What do you like to do with them?” He asks.

  I pause as I contemplate what I am doing and if I should continue. I’ve never had phone sex before, and I wonder if now is the time. But I am alone in my room and incredibly turned on, so I figure why not.

  “I like to grip it in my hand,” I say. “I like to stroke it up and down.”

  “Keep going,” he says.

  “I like to put it in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it until it’s nice and wet.”

  “And then?”

  “And then I like to sit on it. I like to feel it slide all the way up me. Fill me.”

  “Tell me more, Carrie. You have my attention,” he chuckles down the line.

  I want him. I want to be wherever he is and do the things I talk about, but for real. I can’t, since we’re not together right now. So instead, I settle for phone sex. I see it as a warm up to the main course, a course I can’t wait to eat.

  “And once you are inside me,” I begin, lying on my back.

  My hand moves down to my thighs. It’s about to be one hell of an afternoon.

  Chapter 15

  BLAKE

  The spread in front of me looks delicious. It’s made up of sandwiches, pastries and, of course, mini chocolate cakes, Carrie’s favorite.

  I check my watch, grimacing when I see that Carrie is late. It’s only a few minutes, but it disappointments me. That’s just the way I am, and more importantly, it’s why I am where I am today. I decide not to make a big deal of it though. Not today. Today, we have bigger things to discuss.

  I can’t even describe how pleased I was the other day when Carrie texted me that she agreed to have my baby.

  And if that wasn’t enough to make the day the best I had experienced in a long while, the phone sex we had after was something else. If she is half as dirty as she made herself out to be on the phone, then having this baby with Carrie is going to be one hell of a ride. And I mean that in the most literal sense.

  It’s because of her decision to go through with my proposal that I am currently waiting for her. I’m in my office, located at my production company’s headquarters. I chose the spot for its formal setting and for what we have to do. She is coming over to hammer out the agreement and the legalities behind it. It’s a boring process, but one that has to be taken care of.

  As I check my watch again, I reach forward and pluck a pastry off the table. I hired a catering service to bring some food over, deciding that they best drop off the food and leave before Carrie arrives.

  I don’t know how those who work in catering feel about other caterers, and I want to avoid the awkwardness. Not to mention the fact that I want Carrie in the best mood possible. Today is everything.

  I finish eating the pastry and am about to take another when my receptionist calls through to announce Carrie.

  Carrie walks in. As always, she looks divine. Today, she wears a simple strapless blue dress that hugs her waist. It flares out at the bottom and stops short of her knees. The dress accentuates her firm legs, and her bosom sits tightly in it, too. If I were to guess, I would say she isn’t wearing a bra.

  “Sorry, I’m late,” she puffs as she closes the door behind her. “I got lost.”

  “That’s fine,” I say. “Something to eat?”

  “Oh,” she says in a surprised tone as she spots the food. “No, I’m sorry. I ate earlier. Plus, if we’re going to do this.” She pats her stomach, as if implying that she needs to watch her weight.

  “Please,” I say with a smirk. “I think you’re the last person who has to worry about that. Have you seen you lately?”

  “Not in the last few hours.” She smirks back as she walks up to my desk. Reaching it, she leans against it so that she is facing me. “So, should we get started?”

  “All business?” I say. “I like that. But okay, here goes. The first thing I want to ask about is STDs and birth control.”

  “Wow,” she exclaims. “To the point.”

  “Always,” I say seriously, maintaining eye contact. I’ve entered business mode, and I need her to know that now, I am in charge. Playtime is over.

  I pull out a sheet from my doctor that confirms I have been tested for STDs and that I am clean. I hand it to Carrie, who looks over the sheet as she takes a seat.

  She reads it over and then speaks. “Well, as far as birth control goes, I have been using condoms and foam as I haven’t been in a serious relationship for a while. No point in messing with hormones when you don’t have to. And as for STDs, here you are.”

  She
reaches into her handbag and pulls out a piece of paper.

  I take the paper and look over it. Like mine, it’s from a doctor, indicating that she is free of any STDs. I hated having to ask her, but I’m careful like that.

  “Next up is ovulation.”

  “Saturday is when we will be able to start trying, I hope,” she says. “I’m not going to bore or confuse you with the finer details.” She smirks.

  “Perfect!” I say, crumpling the notice and tossing it in the trash. “Now, what’s next?”

  “The money,” she hurries.

  I can tell that this is what has really been on her mind. I can’t blame her, as it’s the primary reason that she said yes in the first place.

  “Oh, of course, the money,” I say, leaning back in my chair and whacking my forehead as if it had slipped my mind. “What was the agreed-upon amount again?”

  “Two million dollars,” she says, licking her lips as she does.

  “And you’re getting laid regularly,” I joke. “You’ve really hit the jackpot.”

  “To be honest, it’s more money than I’ve ever seen, let alone had. I don’t know what I’ll do with it all.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” I say as I reach into my desk drawer. Opening it, I pull out a document that I had my lawyers draft. It’s a legal form in duplicate that stipulates payment of the funds once the baby is born.

  I hand them over to Carrie to sign. Once she has them, she reads through the contract meticulously, more than I would have thought. In fact, as I watch her, I am certain that she reads it twice. And it is only when she is satisfied that she takes a pen and countersigns both copies.

  “There,” she says smiling. “Done and done.”

  “Perfect!” I exclaim, taking one of the signed forms and slipping it back into my desk drawer. “The other one is for your records. Now, have I told you how perfect you look today?”

  “No,” she says, trying to hide her smile.

  “Well, you do. More than that even.” I walk over to her and slip my hand around her waist, pulling her onto my lap. She lets me, falling onto it.

  “But wait,” she says, still smiling. “I don’t start until Saturday.”

  I frown. “You know what? I’m willing to get an early start on the whole thing if you are? Just in case.”

  “Just in case,” she nods.

  I smile as my hand strokes her back, slowly moving across her soft skin. Holding her stare the entire time, I sit myself up straighter, leaning forward. She copies, leaning down and kissing me on the lips. I can already feel the fire.

  Chapter 16

  CARRIE

  Every time I kiss him my body shakes. His hand runs through my hair, guiding my face to his. As our lips meet, he holds it there. Not that he needs to. I could kiss him for hours.

  Our lips lock, dancing back and forth in perfect rhythm. I have never felt so comfortable kissing someone before. I have never felt so sexually alive. His lips are moist and warm, while his tongue is soft. It pushes into my mouth, lapping at my own tongue. I lick it back, pretending to nibble at it.

  As I do, his hand leaves the back of my head and grips my waist instead. In the spur of the moment, I lift up my left leg, kicking it over his head and down by his other side. I’m now straddling him.

  He is wearing khaki pants, and I can already feel his bulge, pressing up against my lips. He told me he has ten inches for me. That’s bigger than anything I have ever taken before, and although I thought he might be exaggerating, now that I can feel him, I think he might have been playing down its size.

  “I think I should leave,” I whisper in his ear. I then lick his ear and nibble on it. He groans.

  “Then go,” he says, keeping his hands firmly on my waist.

  I don’t make to move. I stay right where I am.

  I begin to move my hips back and forth, grinding into him. His bulge, pulsating in his pants, pushes itself up against my lips. I can feel it stroking the outside of my clit. My body trembles every time I grind myself forward.

  His hands move from my waist and to my back, where they find the clasp on my dress. He undoes it, and I slump my shoulders, allowing for my dress to fall open. My breasts are now right in his face, and he pounces. First, my left, and then my right. He bites down on both with just enough pressure that I squeal, but don’t scream.

  “You like that?” He groans as he pulls his mouth from my heaving breasts.

  In response, I grab the top of his head and push it back into my breasts. I want more.

  As he continues to play with them, his hand moves down to my thighs. He pinches my thigh as his hand breezes past it. He then begins to stroke my panty line. My body shakes each time his finger goes near my pussy. I am so wet, and all I want is him inside me.

  I am going to ask him to take me, but I stop myself. He has to do it on his own accord. I want him to want to. Luckily, I don’t wait long. He strokes the outside of my panty line and pushes it to the side, exposing my lips. His finger runs up the outside.

  I shudder and grab him by the back of the head. He lets out a chuckle and then plunges his finger inside of me. I bite down on his neck as he penetrates me. I breathe into his ear. I let out a moan. His finger pushes itself inside of me, and I scream.

  Someone knocks on the door.

  We both freeze where we are. His finger is inside of me. My exposed breasts are in his face. We both look to the door, and then back at one another.

  “Yes?” He calls out.

  “Sir, it’s Marge. I have an urgent email that I forwarded you an hour ago. I really need you to read it.”

  “Give me five minutes,” Blake yells through the door.

  “Thank you so much, sir. That’s perfect!”

  We remain frozen, and I hear the footsteps disappear down the hall. The moment they are gone, I slide off Blake’s lap. I am still hot and bothered, but I feel that the moment is all but gone.

  “When can I see you again?” He asks.

  I smile openly as I do up my dress.

  “Saturday,” I assure him. “Like I said.” In truth, I don’t think that I can wait until Saturday. I’m more turned on than I have ever been, and I have to have him soon. I just might explode otherwise.

  “I am not sure I can’t wait that long.” He stands up, taking my hand. The bulge in his pants is still there, demonstrating that he is telling the truth.

  “Okay,” I say. “How about tomorrow night? Your house?”

  “I can’t wait,” he says as I make my way to the door. We share a kiss as I step outside, and I make sure to close the door behind me.

  As I walk to my car, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pull it out, smiling to myself as I see who is calling. It’s Amy.

  “What’s up?” I ask as I reach my car.

  “What’s up with me? What’s up with you? You told me you were meeting Blake again today. How did it go? Tell me everything!”

  “Yeah, it went pretty well. Nothing too exciting.”

  I look over my shoulder, as if someone might be watching me. The lie is an obvious one, and even I don’t believe myself.

  “Girl, you have got to be the worst liar. Just tell me! Something obviously happened. What was it? Sex? A blowjob? Oh, you definitely blew him didn’t you? You dirty little…”

  “I didn’t blow him,” I hiss into the phone. As I do, I climb into the car and strap myself in. “But we did almost have sex. Like really close to it.”

  “Amazing! Where are you now? What are you doing? I want to hear everything. Oh wait! Is that the time? Shit! Look, I have a client. What are you doing later?”

  “Nothing.” I chuckle as I shake my head at my friend’s eccentric nature.

  “Okay, I’ll call you. I want to hear everything.” She hangs up the phone, leaving it beeping in my ear.

  I shake my head again as I start up the car. As I do, I notice that my hand is still shaking. In fact, my entire body is. That moment with Blake has left me a wr
eck. I need to get home as soon as possible and take care of this aftershock. If I don’t, then I truly will explode.

  Chapter 17

  BLAKE

  I know that Carrie isn’t too fond of her apartment, and as I pull up out the front of it, I can kind of see why now that I see it in the fading daylight. It’s not that it’s a terrible place or anything like that. It’s more that there is nothing inherently great about it.

  First of all, it’s tiny. I can see that from the outside. And as I walk to her front door, I instantly spot the dirt and grime lacing the walls. I guess it to be pretty old and has most likely passed through a dozen hands by now.

  My main concern isn’t so much for Carrie’s living conditions, but for those of my soon-to-be unborn child. I can’t have it being born in a place like this. I don’t even want it in a place like this while it’s in the womb. This worry is further compounded as I knock on Carrie’s front door, and a piece of the drywall crumbles and falls to the ground.

  “Coming,” I hear her call as she rushes around the apartment.

  It sounds like a damn hurricane inside as she runs back and forth.

  I remain where I am, rocking back and forth on my heels as the sound inside slowly dies down. The lock unclicks, and the door flies open, almost off its hinges.

  “Hey,” Carrie says, as soon as the door is open.

  She looks a little flustered, like she’s just run a sprint. Actually, as I step into the apartment and see the attempted clean-up job that she has done, I figure that she is more akin to having just run a marathon.

  “Quaint,” I say as I look over the apartment.

  It’s not a messy place, or at least, not anymore. It’s a studio apartment. I guess the entire mess to have been shoved into a corner somewhere where I can’t see it.

  “Shall we go?” She asks, still sounding flustered as she picks up a small bag.

  The way she tries to push me out the door, I’m sure that she doesn’t want me seeing any more of that apartment than I have to.

  “Is that all you’re taking?” I ask.