Pretend To Be Mine (Ramsey Billionaire Brothers Series Book 1)

by Suzie Nelson

  I only had to wait for about 5 minutes before Francois came walking up briskly to where I was waiting for him. He looked incredibly hot and I was slightly surprised to see that he’d dressed up in a more adventurous outfit than the suit I’d been expecting. He looked like the perfect mix between a hot French gigolo and a cowboy with his shiny boots and again I felt that crazy little tingle down my spine that I’d felt the first night I’d met him.

  “Slow down girl, just you slow down now,” I thought to myself as he kissed me on my cheek. I didn’t want him to notice that I thought he was looking even more gorgeous than usual.

  “You look like someone who’s walked straight out of one of my dreams, mademoiselle,” he said and I liked the way he said it without making it sound like a joke…almost as if he really meant it. I kind of liked the way Francois had walked over to my hotel, rather than taking a taxi, as it felt like we were in some kind of classic movie or something as we strolled down the Strip together.

  “How far did you have to walk?” I asked, knowing exactly what the answer was as I’d been spying on my dear French cowboy earlier that day and knew that he was staying at the Golden Nugget, no more than about 300 hundred yards away from my own hotel.

  “Oh it’s been quite a distance for me, I’m staying at the MGM Grand,” he replied and I felt like my heart falling through my chest a little right then. I looked at him, but his eyes didn’t betray any sign of the fact that he’d just told me a stone-faced lie.

  I pretended not to be the wiser for his lie but deep inside me I suddenly wondered if he was some kind of con-man out to take me for a ride. Why on earth would a guy like him lie about the place where he was staying?

  Was he married? Was he some kind of private detective who’d latched onto the fact that I was in Vegas to lighten the pockets of a number of casinos? God knows it would not be the first time that I’d picked up a tail of that kind and I didn’t feel like going through that kind of trouble again. I almost suggested that we should just cancel the whole evening, but then thought the better of it.

  “Fuck you Mr. French conman, I will find out who you are,” I thought to myself and gave him one of my sweetest smiles as we continued to amble down the Las Vegas Strip like two movie stars from a forgotten era.

  FRANCOIS

  “Where would you like to go?” I asked as we strolled down the city with locals and tourists milling around us to the beat of the taxis and the music coming from the casinos; luring careless travelers inside to be separated from all of their cash and life savings.

  “I’ve been thinking about the Luxor casino for some reason,” Jenny responded. I thought she looked just incredible with the flaming red dress she had on for the evening.

  “The Luxor it is then,” I replied and we soon found ourselves inside the giant pyramid shape of this landmark casino.

  “I have a suggestion,” Jenny said and I was ready to play any game she wanted.

  “The lady’s wish will be my absolute command,” I replied.

  “I would love to entertain you a bit more with my gambling skills and it would be great if you can sit at the bar again and watch me like the first night we met.”

  I took my place at the bar and watched as Jenny sat down at the Blackjack table. I knew that she would have to get rid of the Pit Boss who was moving around amongst the Blackjack tables. This would probably require Jenny to lose a couple of hands first, but I thought it would be so much more entertaining if she could get right down to business so I created a distraction for her. I moved over to another Blackjack table where the maximum bet was $500 per hand and loudly announced my arrival.

  “I want the maximum bet at this table to be raised!” I said to the dealer and, just like I had expected it would do, my voice drew the attention of the Pit Boss standing at Jenny’s table. He walked over to find out what the disturbance was.

  This gentleman would like to have the maximum bet at the table raised,” the croupier said and I nodded my head the way a drunken wealthy gambler would.

  “I have come here to make good money, not to play with peanuts,” I said and out of the corner of my eye I could see Jenny smiling at my little acting stunt.

  “I’m sorry sir, but the betting limit at this table cannot be raised at this time,” the massive Pit Boss, who looked a bit like an overgrown pitbull terrier, said while he looked at me with a strict expression.

  “Ah well, let me have some more drinks first before I start playing then,” I said and moved back to the bar. I knew that the Pit Boss would be watching me like a hawk for the rest of the evening and this should give Jenny all the freedom to do her card counting thing.

  It wasn’t long before Jenny had racked up enough winnings to do her signature move; the double-up final bet. I saw the Pit Boss looking in Jenny’s direction and knew that I would have to do something to distract his attention again at this crucial point.

  “Mon Dieu! What kind of casino is this that can only afford to see $500 bets at a time?” I said way too loudly as I sat down at the Blackjack table again. It had the desired effect as the Pit Boss immediately walked over to my table again. This time I could see that he meant business.

  “I have told you before, sir, the limit at this table cannot be raised at the time and if you do not want to play for $500 maximum bets you are welcome to move to one of our other tables where the maximum limit is much higher.”

  “No, I have a feeling this table will be lucky for me so I want to play here,” I replied like a stubborn spoiled child and soon I was engrossed in a most entertaining little exchange of absolute nonsense with the Pit Boss while Jenny doubled up her final bet. I could see that she had a mountain of chips in front of her and I knew that she was using the distraction to go in for the kill.

  A cheer went up from Jenny’s table and I knew that she had won big…again.

  “Never mind, I do not feel like gambling anymore,” I said and the Pit Boss looked almost relieved when I got up and moved back to the bar. He would never have gone as far as trying to chase me out of the casino, as the Pit Boss was simply there to make sure that no one cheated at the tables; not to act as a bouncer and I probably looked like the kind of wealthy man who might lose a lot of money later on, once I decided to start gambling, so he’d just sucked up my erratic behavior in the hope of watching me lose my money later.

  Jenny disappeared for a couple of minutes and I realized that she was cashing in her chips. I thought it would be a good idea for the both of us to leave the scene of the scam and I walked over to the door to wait for her. We hadn’t discussed what we would do once Jenny had finished gambling, but it was as if we had some kind of psychic connection and I soon saw her walking towards me with her handbag safely clutched under her arm. It probably contained tens of thousands of dollars and I left the Luxor to wait for her outside, in case the Pit Boss or someone else was watching one of us. I didn’t want some clever staff member of the Luxor to figure out that Jenny and I were in cahoots.

  Once we were both outside and out of sight Jenny walked up to me and I turned around and took her in my arms on the spur of the moment.

  “That was incredible!” she said, “We were like some kind of perfect team and I just won $78,000!”

  “That’s fantastic!” I exclaimed, “I could see that Pit Boss was going to be making a nuisance of himself so I just thought it would be fun to leave you free to gamble without his attention.”

  Without thinking, I planted a kiss right on her mouth and I could feel her responding to the touch of my lips on hers.

  “I had the strangest dream when I took a nap this afternoon and now it has given me an idea,” I said and I could see that Jenny was most interested to find out what I had in mind.

  “Pray tell, what kind of naughty adventures have you been dreaming up for us?” she asked and I realized she was having some kind of rush from the combined effects of her winning at Blackjack and the obvious chemistry between us.

  “I want to take you to the ro
of of the Golden Nugget casino and stare out over the city with you,” I said and the twinkling of her eyes told me that she was ready to go there with me.

  “How will we get access to the roof?” she asked.

  “Don’t you worry about that, ma chérie,” I said, “I am a man of many surprises.”

  JENNY

  Francois had access to the service elevator that took us straight to the rooftop of the Golden Nugget. I was burning to find out what he was hiding and how his secret residence in a penthouse suite at the Golden Nugget fitted in with the rest of the picture, but my curiosity could wait. It seems both of us had more pressing matters on our minds once we got to the rooftop.

  Francois took me in his arms and kissed me gently, parting my lips with his tongue and I felt a bolt of electricity going through my body as our tongues collided like stars on an unavoidable collision course.

  Soon his hands were everywhere and his gentle fingers set the rest of my body on fire like flashes of lightning from the hands of the gods.

  “You are so beautiful, ma chérie, so beautiful,” he kept whispering and I felt myself losing control as he kissed me on my neck and behind my ears.

  I grabbed his cock through his expensive trousers and he audibly inhaled deeply as I did so.

  “Let’s see if you can live up to my high expectations,” I teased as I slid his rock hard love stick out of its hiding place and, I have to admit, I was impressed. He had 9 inches of man meat for me to work with and I could see the lust sparkling in his eyes as I dropped down to my knees to take him in my mouth.

  “Ah, si bonne…Mon Dieu,” he whispered and I nearly had a climax myself just from listening to his sexy French mutterings. I licked the tip of his cock slowly and then swallowed it whole; taking it all the way down my throat while I moved my head back and forth to the mutual rhythm of our desire. Then he took a condom out of his trouser pocket and effortlessly slipped it over his engorged member.

  “Now let me send you a message with this French letter,” he smiled, referring to the French name for a condom or ‘FL’.

  He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up so I was standing right in front of him. Then he undressed me with nimble fingers and started caressing my naked breasts; gently squeezing my erect nipples until I felt like I was going to faint with pleasure. When he finally put his fingers on my moist slit, I couldn’t care for pretenses anymore.

  “Just fuck me right now, fuck me hard!” I ordered and he didn’t need to be invited twice. The city of great loss and outrageous fortune blinked its lights from below as Francois lifted my one leg and rammed his hard cock into me with one deft movement of his strong buttocks. I really hoped no-one else was planning on coming out onto the roof for a peek at the city lights as they would be met with the sight of two horny lovers fucking with reckless abandon and uncontrolled desire.

  Francois turned me around and then entered me from behind. I held onto a ledge for dear life as he rocked his hips back and forth at an insane pace as we fucked and made love like teenagers doing it for the first time. He was incredibly strong; even stronger than I’d expected him to be, yet he had the rare ability to control his strength and to be gentle and powerful at the same time.

  I felt my body shaking uncontrollably as I approached a climax and then I let out a loud moan as my muscles contracted with an incredible orgasm.

  “Shh, you’re going to alert the casino staff,” Francois whispered but I couldn’t care and moaned deeply one more time.

  I suddenly felt Francois’s hands tensing around my middle and then he moaned even harder than I had just done as he climaxed with his cock still inside me.

  “See, there’s nothing you can do to stop from making that noise when you come on a rooftop,” I joked and we both started laughing. The shaking motion of our bodies as we laughed did nothing to bring our desire under control; in fact, I could feel Francois getting hard inside me again and soon he started rocking his hips back and forth in a now familiar rhythm.

  I was not going to let him have it all his own way and I turned around to push him down on his back. Then I climbed on top of him and slid his 9 inches of lust inside me.

  “Now let me teach you the real American way,” I said and started fucking him in a reckless cowgirl style while he stared at me with his beautiful blue eyes full of passion.

  It wasn’t long before he arched his back and had his second orgasm, while I had long since lost count of the number times I had climaxed myself.

  I finally felt totally spent and dropped onto his chest to rest in his muscular arms. It had been one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life and I found myself wondering; wishing; praying…hoping he wasn’t some con-artist who was just going to cast me aside after that incredible session of lovemaking and passion…wondering what he was hiding and why he had lied to me about where he was staying in Vegas…

  We just lied there on the roof for a while and watched the stars above us as we drew our bodies close together.

  “Let me show you Orion’s belt,” Francois whispered and pointed at a constellation of stars in the night sky. I wasn’t really listening to what he was saying; I was too mesmerized by the husky sound of his voice. The air around us was cool but not cold, as this was the middle of summer and I felt like I could just lie there and listen to Francois forever while he talked about the stars.

  I was now well on my way to getting enough money together for my mom’s operation and things were working out just fine. Perhaps Francois could repeat his little theater performance again at some more casinos and help create a distraction as I filled my pockets with Blackjack winnings. Francois did not need to know that he was doing slightly more than just having some fun with the Pit Bosses; God knows he hadn’t been a hundred percent honest with me either and I didn’t feel all that guilty to imagine Francois helping me along with my little card counting secret.

  “I think this is going to be a fantastic summer,” I whispered in Francois’s ear. I was beyond intrigued by this mystery man and just knew instinctively that it had been Francois playing the guitar earlier that day…I was hoping to hear him play again; hopefully in my presence this time.

  “The summer already is incredible, ma chérie, it already is,” he replied and kissed me softly on my neck one more time.

  FRANCOIS

  As we lied there on the roof a vague plan was beginning to form in my head. I wasn’t sure about the specifics yet, but I realized that it had been very helpful for me to see first-hand how one of the other casinos on the Strip, the Luxor, operated on ground level as Jenny played Blackjack at one of its tables while I watched from the bar. I thought that following Jenny around for a while as she did her card counting thing might just help me find out enough about the casinos competing with the Golden Nugget to beat them at their own game and prove to Vivienne once and for all that I was a worthy heir of the family fortune.

  “I would really enjoy it if we could repeat tonight’s pleasures again in the future,” I said as I drew Jenny’s body close to mine.

  “You mean you kind of enjoyed getting me all naked?” Jenny asked with a seductive smile.

  “You are a true delight, ma chérie, but I’m not just talking about our lovemaking. It has been incredible to watch you at the Blackjack table and I would love to watch you play some more cards again…if you wouldn’t mind.”

  “I would absolutely love that,” she replied and something about her enthusiasm suddenly made me wonder for just a second. She was taking the casinos for a ride and I wasn’t expecting her to be so open to the idea of a relative stranger watching her put the wool over the unsuspecting eyes of each dealer who had the misfortune of facing her at a Blackjack table. I decided to be slightly more careful with the brainy bombshell sitting next to me so innocently and sweetly on the rooftop of my Las Vegas casino.

  “I think this could be the start of a great adventure for both of us,” I said carefully and kissed her softly.

  “I really like
the sound of that Francois, more than you will ever know,” she said and allowed me to kiss her delicious lips one more time.

  JENNY

  “Mom are you feeling okay!?”

  I almost shouted down the mobile phone in my hand in desperation. My mother sounded like she was in a tremendous amount of pain and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. That was, perhaps, the worst part of it all as my mom had always put on a brave face despite all the challenges life had thrown at her and now that she was moaning openly over the phone. I felt like my heart was being ripped out as I listened to my mother’s voice at the other end of the line.

  “I’m not feeling too great, my little angel,” my mom replied, “the headaches are getting worse every day now.”

  For just a moment I considered packing my bags and taking the first flight out of godforsaken Las Vegas to go be with my mother in Los Angeles, but I quickly realized that this would do absolutely no good whatsoever. There was nothing I could do to make her feel any better…the only chance she had was to have the operation and I still needed to win approximately $120,000 to make it possible.