Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  Morgan tugged at her robe. “Because she’s mine too—”

  “Because you think you can get child support… you’re pathetic. You know that. I’ll warn you this once, stay away from Ariel.”

  Morgan was smug and conceited, she really thought she had me under her command.

  “Or what? You’re gonna tell on me?” She bent over and shook her breasts. Ugh, that was not attractive.

  “Don’t push my buttons—” I threatened, taking a step closer to her.

  Morgan grinned and chuckled. “But what about the whore? You call her the help, but she’s more than that. I thought you knew the courts frown upon married people dating during the separation period before they’re allowed to get divorced?” She tapped her fingers on her hips, scanning my face for a reaction.

  “I have a legal contract with her. She’s my employee.” No, I was the one in control here.

  “Oh? Do you? Well, I have something too.” She took out her phone from the pocket of her robe and scrolled around on it.

  Lights began to flash, and I heard familiar voices.

  I knew those voices. That was me— and Willow.

  “What the hell is that?”

  Impossible. Was she stalking us?

  “Calm down, it’s just a little harmless sex video. You still know your way around a woman, don’t you, Darien?”

  Morgan licked her teeth, nodding her head to the side.

  “How’d you—”

  She cut her phone off and slipped it back into her pocket. “I still have access to the cameras in your home. You may’ve taken them out of Ariel’s room and your bedroom, but you forgot to take it out of the whore’s room.”

  “Morgan…”

  If that were to get out, not even my damage control team could do anything to soften the blows.

  Then I’d lose Ariel forever and be forced to split substantial amounts of my hard earned money with her. Money that she wouldn’t spend on Ariel. Money that she’d swallow down and spend without regard to any responsibilities.

  I gnashed my teeth, feeling the veins in my body bulge.

  “You want to beg me not to show the court? How about this, get rid of the whore and I won’t pass this video of you fucking the help.”

  “I’m not going to beg you for anything,” I snapped. “I’m not the begging type. You should know that by now.”

  I inhaled deeply through my nostrils. I had never, ever, raised my hand to a woman, but right now the beautiful faces of Willow and Ariel were the only things keeping me from pounding a fist into Morgan’s face.

  “Give me the phone.”

  She laughed nastily. “Are you kidding? Come on, you might even have a chance at keeping Ariel if I keep this from prying eyes,” she said with fake sweetness. “And I might, if I have a good enough reason.”

  I was silent, trying to keep a rein on my temper.

  “I take that as a yes?” she taunted. She held up the phone and waved it around. “I’ll be watching.”

  She must have been feeling pretty confident, because she didn’t even move when I stepped toward her and snatched the damn thing out of her hand.

  “You want to talk to me about any legal obligations?” I snarled. “Sure, under the ancient and outdated laws of this state neither of us are technically supposed to date or have sex with other people until our divorce is final. But you and I agreed that it was over between us and you’re only invoking this archaic rule because you want to control me and have some way to drag me back to court. I highly doubt that you’re following this dumb rule, due to your precious double standards. Are you going to stand there and tell me that you’ve kept to that stupid rule?”

  She tried to laugh, but her eyes kept darting to my phone. “I’m not about to tell you my private business, and there’d be no way you could prove it if I hadn’t.”

  “No?” My rage was burning cold now. “Then you’d be willing to submit to whatever it takes to prove it?”

  She went pale and stared at me open-mouthed for a few seconds. Then— I had to give her credit for the effort— she shrugged and choked out, “Of course.”

  God, she was a piece of work. “Good. I’m stipulating that tests for STDs and drugs be part of the custody proceedings.”

  Her head whipped around, and I knew I had her.

  “Look, Morgan.” I kept my hand tight on her cell phone— I didn’t put it past her to come at me with her claws extended to get it back. “We both know you don’t really want custody of Ariel. If you agree that I get full custody and don’t, I’ll keep paying for this house and your car, plus a monthly alimony check for life.”

  Morgan didn’t know it, but I’d already talked to Jerry about the agreement I would be okay with making during the failed negotiation phases of our divorce, and this was it. So, I wasn’t giving up anything in the deal, even though I was trying to act as if I was.

  She rolled her eyes, but this was the fucking deal and she sure as hell better know where she stood.

  “If hell freezes over and you get custody, I will pay for the house and the car, I will have your groceries billed to me, I will have all Ariel’s clothes, toys, and medical expenses billed to me, and you will never see a cent of cash. And when Ariel graduates high school, all my support will end. You’ll be on your own for the house, groceries, and your liquor, and there will be no alimony or support at any point. Are we clear?”

  I didn’t actually care whether she was clear or not, as long as she knew how deadly serious I was. Who did she think she was fucking with? I built up a billion dollar company on my own in less than ten years— I’d seen every attempt at manipulation, extortion, and blackmail there was. Bigger players than she was had tried to control me, and they had paid for it. She wouldn’t be any different.

  I slammed the door to my car and rested my head on the steering wheel. Damn it, I wasn’t willing to sacrifice Ariel or Willow. I was going to fix this, if I had to bribe every judge in the state to make it happen.

  “Fuck!” I growled, raking my fingers through my hair.

  I began to drive back home until the last remnants of this morning played in my head. I touched the phone app in my car and called Willow. She didn’t pick up the first time, but she did pick up when I called her a second time.

  “Hello? Darien?” she said, her voice weak and dull.

  I breathed a sigh of relief and loosed the grip on my steering wheel. “Willow? Are you okay? Where are you, I’ve been worried. You were so upset this morning.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You don’t sound fine.”

  I drove slower so I could talk to her more. I didn’t want her feeling or sounding like this. Willow sighed on the phone and I heard faint beeping in the background.

  “Are you at the hospital? With your brother?”

  “Yeah.”

  She was grieving. It came off from her voice.

  “Is he okay?”

  Willow didn’t respond for a few seconds, and I thought she had hung up. But the touchscreen still showed our call as connected.

  “… I’ll be back later in an hour or so,” Willow said.

  I bit my lip.

  “Okay. You’ll be able to get some rest now that Ariel is in school. Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?”

  “I’m good. Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

  “Willow, you know if there’s anything I can do to help you, just say it.”

  “Bye.”

  The sky rumbled, and it began to rain. I picked up my speed and went to my office instead of back home. I already had my security company on the phone.

  First thing I needed to do today was dismantle my entire security system and put in a new one.

  Like hell was I going to give up Willow or Ariel.

  Chapter 22 – Willow

  I drove home in a daze, not even caring that I was in a world class sports car. I dimly recalled that I should be driving the Audi, the safe, secure car, but the thought left as quickly as it
had fluttered through my brain. I just had too much else to think about.

  First, of course, Sam. I was still furious with my parents, but things weren’t quite what I had thought they were. Yeah, we owed— that is, my parents owed— a ton of money to the hospital. Insurance was balking at paying a lot of that, and we couldn’t pay it with what my parents made. They weren’t billionaires like Darien; they were just working class people with crappy, overpriced insurance that stopped paying the minute you needed it.

  My mom, with her usual brilliance at communicating important ideas, had only been trying to tell me that they were going to move Sam into long-term care. Like, a nursing home.

  I’m not sure I would have liked that idea very much if she had just come out and said it in the first place, but it wasn’t the same as taking him off life support. It did feel a lot like giving up hope on him, but it wasn’t the same as killing him. So now that I knew what she really meant, I didn’t feel as desperate.

  I just kept thinking: if we could only keep him alive, I’d keep hoping for all of us. I had more than enough hope to go around and I didn’t like when they talked so negatively about his prospects, even if logically I knew that they were being a lot more realistic than I was.

  I just wanted to do everything possible to keep him with us. But the nursing home wasn’t cheap, either, and Medicare would only pay for it if our household made under a certain amount of money…which we would, if I moved out.

  Well, that was fine. I wasn’t really living there anymore anyway. And maybe…I shook my head. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Willow. I had no idea yet if Darien would want me to stay long term. As more than Ariel’s nanny.

  I pulled up to the gate, entered in the code, and guided the Lamborghini into the garage. Darien’s car wasn’t in here, and I was both disappointed and relieved at the same time.

  And that was the other thing that was on my mind. Darien and I had had sex, and it was phenomenal. I mean, I didn’t know human beings could feel things like that, and Darien seemed to be really good at what he did.

  And I was in love with him.

  Some people would probably say that it was natural to think you were in love with your first lover, that a woman had to say that to herself to justify sleeping with him in the first place. I knew all those arguments, and in this case, they were bullshit. I had no problem sleeping with someone I cared about or was attracted to— until last night I had been a virgin because I just hadn’t been that passionate about anyone.

  But Darien was not only gorgeous, he was kind and generous and protective and intense. That horrible bitch wanted to use those qualities against him, but I wouldn’t do that to him. I would not let that happen.

  I got out of the car and headed inside.

  Chapter 23 – Willow

  I probably should have been doing a lot of things, but I was in my room lying on my bed staring at the ceiling.

  I had called around to some nursing homes, and for skilled care like Sam would need: it was going to be expensive. But if Darien let me stay on as Ariel’s nanny, I would be able to pay it. If I also kept dancing, I could even put some money away for the day when Darien didn’t want me anymore and Ariel didn’t need a nanny.

  That thought was depressing, so I rolled over, and there was Darien, standing in my doorway. He looked delicious, like he’d come from the pages of a calendar featuring hot young professionals. His jacket was off, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, and his hands were jammed in his pockets.

  “Hi,” I said softly.

  “Hi.” He cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m sorry for the way I ran out of here this morning.”

  He sauntered in, never taking his eyes off my face. “Don’t worry about that. I was just concerned. I want to help you.”

  I rolled onto my back, and he sat on the edge of the bed by my legs. “I know you want to help,” I said. “That’s the kind of person you are. But I─fuck.” I blew out a breath. “I like you, Darien. I liked you before we slept together. And I love Ariel. And you pay me a really good salary. So I just can’t.”

  He looked at me levelly but didn’t say anything. Damn it. This was hard.

  “I mean,” I continued, hoping I was getting anything across at all, because his face sure wasn’t showing it if I was, “what kind of friendship would we have if I kept taking money from you?”

  “You’ve never taken money from me.” His voice was clipped, and he sounded kind of confused and exasperated. It was adorable.

  “Exactly!” I sat up. I had to get the importance of this point across. “I’m not going to be one of those people who use you that way. And, well, I hope you understand what I mean by this, but my problems—you know, Sam and the hospital bills and all—those are mine to take care of. Yeah, my parents, too, but not something you can just fix for me.”

  I paused and waited for him to say something. Anything. But he wasn’t saying anything. Fuck, I had messed this all up. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  “Look,” I said. “What is the difference between me and your bitch of an ex-wife?”

  He took a deep breath and his fist clenched on his thigh. I must have touched a nerve there.

  “You. Love. Ariel.” It came out almost as a growl, and if I hadn’t already known it, I would have known then that nothing mattered to him more than Ariel.

  “Yes!” It came out of me like a sob. “I love her so much! What else? I mean, you would like me more than her even if you didn’t have Ariel, right?”

  God, I hoped so.

  He chuckled darkly. “Hell yes. You are independent. You aren’t trying to get something from me.” He held up a hand. “Okay, yes, I see what you’re saying. I do.”

  “But it’s not just you, Darien. What if─” I searched around for an appropriate metaphor. “What if Morgan came in here and told you that you were doing everything wrong with Ariel, and told you that you needed her to fix it for you?”

  “I’d have her thrown out on her ass.”

  “Because….”

  He sighed, nodded. “Because I can damn well take care of my own family, thank you very much.”

  “Right.” I touched his shoulder. His firm, solid shoulder. He carried too much on those muscular shoulders. “I don’t need to be saved, Darien. I just need a chance to make it work on my own.”

  “Willow?” He turned and kissed the hand on his shoulder. “I do like you. I care about you. I want to kiss you.”

  I laughed. I thought I had gotten through to him, but I guessed that time would tell. “Okay.”

  Before I could blink he had pushed me back against the pillows and was ravaging my mouth with his. His hot, hard body was pressing me down, heavy, and his erection was pushing against my pelvis. I arched against it, my clit already starting to hum with arousal.

  He tore his mouth from mine to kiss down my neck. His teeth scraped my skin and I shivered. He moved down to my collar bone, tongue and teeth and lips sucking and licking and biting. Zero to sixty in just a few seconds, and I was just along for the ride.

  One big hand lifted my shirt and shoved my bra up, and he took one nipple in my mouth like he was starving, he practically sucked the whole breast in, then lifted his head to lick all around my tit with his tongue, and all I could do was thrust against him, getting all the friction I could for my burning clit. I could come just like this, and I would if he kept it up.

  Suddenly he scrambled off me, and was unbuckling his belt. I don’t know where his pants even went, but as I blinked, trying to catch up, he was standing there with his Italian shirt hanging open, showing that muscular chest and the six-pack abs, and holding that enormous cock in his hand, stroking it, cupping the ball sac, showing it off and arousing himself.

  I soaked my panties. I felt the cream squeeze out of my pussy, getting it ready to be fucked by that monster tool.

  He motioned with his finger for me to come closer. “Come here.�
� I scooted forward on the bed, unsure of what he was asking. “Suck my cock. I want you to lick it the same way I sucked your nipples. Tell me how bad you want it.”

  “Oh fuck. S-so fucking bad,” I stuttered.

  I slid off the bed and dropped to my knees, crawling to that cock that hung proudly between his muscular thighs. I held onto his legs for support and lowered my mouth onto his slick salty shaft. I closed my eyes and moaned. This might be as good as having this cock inside my pussy.

  Darien bucked forward when I started to suck. “Say it. Say you want me. Tell me you’ll stay.”

  His hand pressed down on the back of my head, making me take more of his dick down my throat. The sounds, the gurgling I made against him made me wetter by the second. I had to wrap both my hands around him, and everything was wet with my saliva and his pre-cum.

  Having him fill my mouth like this… it was so dirty, but it turned me on. I could taste his skin, clean but musky, and feel each vein, each dip and ridge, with my tongue and lips, and I teased it with my tongue as best I knew how before sucking the cum out of him. He grabbed my head and came into my mouth, thick cum dropping out of my mouth and down my chin and neck.

  But he was still stiff as hell.

  I popped my head off of his cock.

  “I— I want you. I’ll stay. Please, I can’t wait anymore!” I

  stayed on my knees, but started stripping off my shirt, bra, and finally standing to pull my jeans off.

  His eyes burned as he watched me lay back on the bed with my legs open for me. Cum dripped off his cock as he crawled over me, readying himself.

  “Now you’re mine.”

  He plunged his cock into my pussy, and I cried out. Yeah, I was still sore from last night, but he stretched me so hard and so full that I couldn’t hold it in.

  Even through the heat of his lust, he was powerful enough to fight it and be gentle. But I didn’t want it to be gentle this time.

  I cried out as he sank all the way down inside me.