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

by Eva Luxe

  I inhaled, bracing myself. Here it comes. She’s going to tell me she’s been dancing, grinding up on some guys in the VIP room, giving them lap dances…

  “I used to dance,” she said, looking at me in the eyes. “Exotically, I mean.”

  I stare at her.

  “I mean, I guess some people call it stripping. I really don’t think it’s as big of a deal as some people do. But I thought you should know…”

  “Used to?” I asked her, relief washing over me. “As in, in the past?”

  “Yes,” she nodded, looking at me as if wondering what else I could have thought. “As in, right before you met me.”

  “Before I even met you,” I repeated. “I see.”

  “Yeah, like, that was the whole reason I needed a job. The club I was dancing at closed down unexpectedly.”

  I chuckled.

  “Well, that’s what I get for looking at your tits in a photo that your friend texted to me, instead of at a resume I never even asked for.”

  She threw her head back and laughed with me.

  I could hardly judge her for something she had done before we had even met. I guess Tara had dug up some rumors about it but didn’t know whether they were in the past or present. Or maybe she did and just wanted me to think the worst, so I was glad her plan didn’t work, if that had been her plan.

  “So, are we good?” she asked.

  “We’re good,” I told her. “I mean, I can’t say I love the fact that men used to see you naked. And I can’t even imagine it. You’re so innocent and sweet.”

  “You’re the only one always saying I have a naughty side too,” she said.

  “That explains it,” I told her. “But I’m glad you’ve only ever been that naughty for me. And that’s what matters. You’re mine. I claimed you. And I put a baby in you.”

  “You must certainly did.”

  She hugged me and buried her face into my chest. “Looks like these muscles aren’t just for show, huh?”

  “Very much the real deal, darling.”

  I cupped the back of her head and melded my lips with hers. Nothing felt this perfect before. The stars and heavens aligned just the way I wanted them to.

  The bus showed up and left the stop without us.

  My soon to be wife wasn’t going to need the bus anymore.

  “That reminds me, Stacy.”

  “Hm?” She looked up at me with starry eyes.

  I dug the box out of my pocket and got down on one knee. “I have to make sure you’re in my life forever. Will you marry me?”

  Stacy cried and pulled me up. “Yes!” she shouted, “I do!”

  ***

  Back in my king size bed, I laid her down and spread her legs wide open. I nibbled her clit until she was wiggling around and moaning in pleasure, which didn’t take very long.

  “Oh, my God, Grant,” she cried out. “It feels so good.”

  “Good old pregnancy,” I said, squeezing her clit now while her juices dripped out into my mouth.

  She had told me that sex while pregnant is even better. Her nerve endings are super sensitive because of increased blood flow. And I had thought this was going to be a simple financial transaction. Silly me.

  I climbed up on the bed and climbed on top of her, gentle now because I don’t want to hurt her. I look down at her eager eyes before plunging my cock deep into her pussy.

  “This feels just as good as our very first time,” I told her, as I thrust in and out of her wet pussy.

  She moved her hips around and she was so wet she made my cock throb. Her being extra sensitive seemed to have an effect on me, too. I was ready to pop.

  “I’m going to come in you,” I told her, holding her wrists back and above her head while I rode her.

  “I’m going to come too,” she said. “Come with me. Come in my pussy.”

  “Yes, Stacy,” I said, feeling myself release into her like she’d asked. At the same time, she dug her nails into my neck and cried out, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

  Once I finished spilling my seed inside her, I collapsed beside her on the bed. My arm encircles her stomach. We were panting and out of breath. But all was right with the world.

  ***

  “Wow, I’ve never had to go to a court before,” Stacy said, wobbling up the stairs with her growing baby bump. It was much bigger now, and I loved watching each second of her growth. We measured it and took many pictures.

  Today we were here to meet the judge about this hidden clause in my inheritance that called for a baby. It wasn’t too ridiculous, since I met Stacy, but it was suspicious that it was hidden for so long.

  Regardless, everything moved the way it was supposed to and I found my mate for life. Nothing was wasted.

  We were shown to the courtroom where it was only Stacy, me, and the judge.

  The judge hobbled up to his bench and sat down. His name was Judge Tracey.

  “Well, look what we have here. Never thought I’d see the day Grant Carter settled down. This inheritance clause has done you well, lad.”

  “Yes indeed, your honor.”

  “Now that you’ve submitted everything and it’s been confirmed and approved, I have one thing to say.”

  “Yes, your honor?”

  Judge Tracey took a sip of his water and shook his head then busted out into laughter. “Your grandfather and your father are two to be reckoned with.” He calmed himself down and took another sip of water. “Let me not laugh too much, I’m sure this has caused you undue stress when it was first mentioned.”

  “Your honor, I’m lost.”

  Stacy tugged at my arm. “What’s going on?” she asked, a pinch of worry on her face.

  “The inheritance clause, my son. You didn’t have to fulfill it.”

  “What?!”

  The judge leaned back in his chair. “The explanation is right here. This clause came from your father since he was allowed a spot to do so when you were young. He didn’t want you to be without a family, but wasn’t going to penalize you if you didn’t. He wanted you to recreate what you two had, but better.” The judge looked at Stacy and smiled. “And it seems to me you’ve done that.”

  “Yes, I have.”

  It took a lot of damn courage not to break down and cry like a little kid. That was exactly something my father would do. He didn’t want me lonely like he felt when mother up and destroyed his life.

  He had me, and that helped soften the blow.

  He didn’t want his son to be all alone. A parent’s love was eternal. And that was new to me. That was something I wanted to emulate for my child as well. Even long after Stacy and I were gone, our child would always feel our love around them.

  “Mr. Carter,” the judge said with strict authority, “you filed for a marriage certificate. Tell me the truth right now. Do you love her, or was this just for the money?”

  “It was for money at first, your honor. But then Stacy showed me things, and I began to break my own rules. The clause said have a baby, not get married,” I pointed out with a shit eating grin.

  “Point well made. I’m happy for you. Both of you.”

  Stacy stood. “Thank you, Judge.”

  “Well, everything’s done here. I wish you a happy and fruitful life and a big wedding.

  Epilogue

  Stacy

  Today was the big day, and everyone was here.

  Willow with Darien and Ariel and Dahlia, Lindsey, my whole family, and even Tara with her new beau. We were all together in a huge hotel where we rented out many rooms and had the reception hall all to ourselves.

  Tara accepted the invitation, but was hesitant that Grant wouldn’t want her there. It was all understandable. But I made her come anyways.

  I didn’t know those two would actually end up together. But the Navy SEALs guy I got her to share a table with actually took an interest in her, and this time, the interest went in both ways.

  Grant’s face nearly dropped when he saw her on the arm of h
er new man.

  “I didn’t know this was possible,” Grant whispered to me.

  “I know, but it is. Just look at those two. They totally match.” We were all down in the reception hall decorating and helping with anything we could. But things looked all set here, so I patted Grant’s arm and gave him my cue.

  “Well, time for this bride to get all pretty,” I said.

  “Yeah, don’t want to be late, right?” Edwin added in. “Let’s go!”

  Edwin took me upstairs where my whole family was waiting. My mother, who didn’t have to work a single day in her life again, was in tears and ran over to me with open arms.

  “My Stacy! Oh, darling I’m so happy,” she cried.

  “Thanks, Mom,” I muffled into her shoulder.

  Someone tapped my shoulder from behind, and I looked over to see Tara with her new boyfriend, Drake. I’m glad they made it up here.

  “Well if it isn’t Ms. Tara,” I said, giving her a hug. I heard she even went to therapy, courtesy of Drake.

  “You deserve this, you know. You’re not someone who hits low, like I once did,” she said, sniffling.

  “From the looks of you two, you’re gonna be heading down the aisle yourself.”

  Alice busted into the room with the wedding dress in tow.

  “I got it! It’s here and it’s so gorgeous!” she exasperated.

  Edwin ran over to help her with the train. “Be careful, don’t mess her dress up, butterfingers.”

  “Says who?” Alice bit back. “Anyways, let’s get you dressed, Stacy!”

  Willow and Lindsey entered the room while Darien and Dahlia and Ariel were with Grant.

  “Girl, you look great!” Lindsey said. “The retired stripper’s life has been good for you.”

  I laughed at her, hoping she would find her own knight in shining armor soon.

  Willow and Lindsey helped me lace up in the master bathroom of our suite. This dress was specially made to flatter my baby bump, which was more like a mountain now. Sheesh, what was I having? Twins? The doctor said there was only one boy. Guess he was going to have his daddy’s muscles.

  “I’m happy that you confronted your fears,” Willow said.

  “I am too. Thanks, Willow!”

  Everyone was seated and the music began to play. Lindsey took her seat, holding the special bouquet an usher gave her on her way down the aisle, to thank her for her friendship and support. Willow was my matron of Honor, waiting at the alter with Darien who was Grant’s best man.

  Mom was by my side to walk me down the aisle.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  I gulped down a breath of air. “Ready.”

  We stepped out into the aisle, every diamond on my dress shined brilliant rainbows. Grant’s eyes were locked on mine as I slowly drifted towards him.

  When I reached him, he held my hand.

  “Do you Grant Carter, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?” the preacher asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “And Stacy Endow, do you take this rich and once lonely man as your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “Yes, I do!” I chimed.

  Everyone laughed at the preacher’s extra words for Grant, but hey, a little humor never hurts anyone.

  “You may kiss the bride!” he announced.

  Grant moved his eyebrows, letting everyone know we had a lot more than kissing planned… after I finally give birth, because everything felt uncomfortable right now. But good thing blow jobs weren’t out of the question for later.

  We kissed and the whole room roared with happiness and cheers.

  “I love you, Stacy, forever. Know that I’ll always protect you,” Grant whispered into my ear. “And our baby.”

  “And I’ll do the same for you two, too.” I kicked up my foot so he could see the silver heel I had on, even though Lindsey had said I was crazy to wear it while I was so pregnant. “It’ll help if I can always wear heels.”

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  Don’t Say a Word: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

  Copyright © 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Chapter 1 – Hanson

  There were so many hot women up in here. From the sad-eyed, impatient-looking chicks who had to wait in line because they didn’t have a connection to let them in ahead of all the rest of the poor saps, to the cocktail waitresses dancing on the bar to the bachelorette party attenders shaking their asses on the dance floor in celebration of their BFF’s final night of freedom, I couldn’t even keep up with the number of amazingly stunning women all around me. This was my perfect idea of a Friday night.

  The White Room was the kind of night club the who’s who of Miami went to. Situated in Mid-Beach, the glamorous club was part of the Fontainebleau Hotel and a hot spot for famous folk and VIP regulars. I went there all the time. If I was going to get wasted, I was going to do it in style.

  Did it cost a lot of money? Hell yeah. But as the Safety for the Florida Sharks Football team— at least, when my ass wasn’t suspended— I had enough cash to get fucked-off-my-face drunk without blinking at my bill at the end of the night.

  The venue, the service, and the music was the shit, and that’s why hot women from all over came to the club. If there was anything that made me a happy man, it was a woman in a dress that left very little to the imagination.

  Tonight, the club was packed. It consisted of a huge dance floor with banquet booths on the bottom floor, stairs that descended from the doors so you could scope out whoever came in, and sky boxes on the second floor that looked out over the dance floor. Sky boxes were reserved for VIPs like us, so that’s where we were hanging out tonight, just like all the other nights we came here.

  I leaned on the chrome railing and looked out over the crowd with a glass of expensive whiskey in my hand. The music throbbed like a racing pulse, and bodies writhed to the beat. The air smelled of sweat and lust, an intoxicating combination.

  “Man, it’s good to kick back,” Brian said, splayed out on one of the white leather couches. “I swear that last game fucked me up. I’m aching all over.”

  “Is your face hurting?” I couldn’t help the smirk lifting my lip. I loved dicking around with Brian. He was too easy sometimes.

  “Fuck you too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “My face is not hurting, and it’s not killing you. All these women around here are looking at me, idiot. You know this.”

  I shrugged and sipped my whiskey. He was an idiot, but I would keep him around. I turned a little as my back ached. He was bent over thanks to the last game; I was just sore from a shitty night of sleep.

  Getting hurt in the game was an occupational hazard. Brian McMurry was the Running Back for the Sharks. He was good at what he did and a fan favorite. He was also my best friend. We had played for the Hurricanes together before we’d been selected for the team, and if there was anyone I would turn to in a crisis, it was Brian.

  “How long until you’re back in action?” Brian asked. “You must be losing your shit not playing for so long.”

  I nodded. “Losing my shit” was an accurate description. Not playing drove me crazy, but I had to deal with it. Life was all about the choices you made.

  “Two more games,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Then I’m back.”

  I turned toward Brian and sat down, too. Brian sipped a glass of soda water like a teetotaler. He had training in the morning. The Sharks started at six, and we had to “Focus-Listen-Learn,” as the signage above the door to the training facility reminded us. It was hard to do that when you had so much alcohol in your system the world spun when you stood still.

  I would know. While I was off, though, I could drink as much as I wanted to, but that wasn’t much of a benefit, considering the serious trouble I was in with the team.

  Being suspended w
asn’t a joke. I would rather play and be sober most of the time than wasted and watching my team on television.

  “Thanks for saving my ass,” Brian said. “You know, for taking the fall.”

  I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. Really.”

  Brian nodded, but I could see the tightness in his shoulders. He didn’t want anyone doing anything for him. We were the same in that way.

  “You’re talking to Coach on Wednesday?” he asked.

  I nodded. Wednesday was the day Coach had asked me to come in to talk about my public image. My suspension for driving under the influence had been tacked on to the bottom of a whole list of infractions, mostly to do with women. I had to clean my act up a little if I wanted to show my face in public again.

  I wasn’t looking forward to it. I understood my suspension. I made my choice on that, and I would live with the consequences. But I didn’t want to give up the women. Being with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t affect my game. In fact, I had a theory that the more sexually satisfied I was, the better I played. It was an opinion that Coach didn’t share.

  Coach Rudi Thompson was the kind of man that put everything into his players. The game was as important to us as it was to him. He lived vicariously through us, being unable to play anymore himself.

  “When you talk to Coach, remember where he’s coming from,” Brian said.

  His mind had evidently been on the same train of thought as mine.

  I shook my head. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “It’s not Wednesday yet, and we’re here to have fun. Remember? Quit thinking about football for a minute. I’m going to go down there and find us each a girl.”

  Brian chuckled. “I’m not going to stick around long enough for that.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t be a dick. I know you want to get some tonight. It’s the best remedy for aching bones.”