It's Only Temporary: A Stand In Fake Fiancee Romance

by Iona Rose

  I had no reason to worry or feel threatened by another woman.

  The server brought our food and my stomach rumbled at the delicious scent wafting up my nostrils.

  “How is work going?” Connor asked as we dug into our food.

  “Great. Super busy. Having our jewelry at the store has gotten us a lot of exposure. Would you believe that we’re getting almost five hundred visitors in our online store, a third of whom are resulting into sales.”

  Eva and I had started discussing our initial plans to move our base from my apartment to another location that would have ample space for my studio and our offices. I confided in Connor all this and he was just as enthusiastic as Eva and I had been.

  After dinner, we ordered two glasses of wine to celebrate my cast getting off. It was Connor’s idea, not mine. My mind had shifted gears and I was eager to leave and see his apartment.

  He toasted me and we clinked glasses. I loved the way his eyes shone with merriment. The realization dawned on me that we actually made each other happy. I had found a man who filled my life with pleasure and meaning, so effortlessly.

  “I love you Connor,” I said with feeling.

  He went still and then the biggest grin split his face. He glanced around the restaurant as if he wanted to tell everyone before swinging his gaze back to me. “Say that again.”

  I smiled. “I love you Connor.”

  “Damn!” he exclaimed making me laugh. “I love you, Bianca.”

  Bianca

  Connor lived in one of those new, really posh apartment buildings that overlooked the Hudson River. He held the door for me and I stepped into the lobby which resembled a hotel lobby.

  We got on the elevator and rode it up to the third floor.

  “No penthouse for me,” he joked as we got off.

  “You don’t need the penthouse, this is lovely.” Everywhere I looked was glass and the view of the river and the city.

  “I’ve made some good investments over the years,” Connor explained. “I cashed in on some of them last year and bought this place. I like not paying rent and knowing that I own it outright.”

  I was more than impressed. No wonder he hadn’t been too stressed about the possibility of losing his job.

  The inside of the apartment was even more impressive. The color scheme was a gorgeous blue coupled with black. Connor had furnished his apartment with a comfortable seven-seater couch, a glass topped table and a flat screen mounted on the wall.

  But it was the views that made it special. His windows were curtainless.

  “Do you think there’s someone looking at us right now?” I asked him, not sure how I felt about being on display like that.

  Connor laughed. “No way. This glass is one way. We can see out but no one can see us from outside.”

  “That’s a relief,” I said.

  I loved that it was an open plan with a really new kitchen gleaming with stainless steel appliances. He gave me a tour of the rest of the house.

  “When I settle down, I plan on selling it and buying a house in the suburbs. A place with a large backyard where kids can run around and the parents can relax on the weekends,” he said.

  I imagined the scene he had described and a deep longing for that life came over me. It was easy to imagine myself married to Connor and living that suburban life. I wondered if he was seeing me as his wife or he had left her face blank.

  “And now for the most important place,” he said, holding the doorknob.

  “For your information, the kitchen is the most important room in the house,” I informed him.

  “I’ll ask you that question later in the night after I’m through with you. I’m pretty sure you’ll give me a different answer,” Connor said suggestively, making me blush.

  He opened the door. “After you.”

  I entered and stood looking around in awe. The bedroom had gotten the best view. It looked out onto the river and the woods beyond that. It was a room that made you want to stay in it forever.

  “Oh wow, this is beautiful,” I said and leaned my crutches against the wall. I crossed the room to go and look out the window.

  Connor came to stand behind me. He slipped his hands around my waist and I sunk back against his body. He planted soft kisses on my neck. I let out a sigh and inhaled his masculine scent.

  “I’ve dreamed of this moment for weeks,” he whispered. “Having you right here in my bedroom.”

  His hands caressed my belly and then rose to cup my breasts over my dress. I gasped as he cupped both my breasts firmly and squeezed. My legs turned to jelly as sudden desire came over me.

  He turned me around and kissed me hard. A moan fell from my lips as he explored my mouth as if it was his first time kissing me. His hands dropped to my hips, pulling me against his erection.

  I lost all track of time as I immersed myself in Connor’s kisses. No one kissed like Connor. To him, it wasn’t a means to an end. He kissed as though there was nothing else coming after that.

  My desire rose to unbearable levels and needing more, I broke the kiss and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt to get it off. Connor reached behind me and pulled down the zipper of my dress. His shirt finally came off and I ran my hands over his chiseled chest, loving the feel of his bulging muscles.

  I dropped my hands for a moment as he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in only a bra and panties. He removed my bra and brought his mouth to a stiff nipple and proceeded to tease it mercilessly with his tongue.

  I moaned loudly enough to wake the neighbors up as he showered attention on my breasts.

  “Let’s get you on the bed,” Connor said in a gruff voice. “We don’t want to tire your leg.” He carried me to the bed and lay me down gently on it.

  He undressed as he stared at me, his gaze so powerful that it made my heartbeat quicken in response and my body shiver. Connor joined me on the bed and wasting no time, he hooked his fingers into my panties, pulled them down and tossed them on the floor.

  “I have a rule,” he said. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and stared at my pussy, spread open for him.

  Arousal liquids dripped to my thighs. Having him study me like that was a huge turn on.

  “What’s that?” I said.

  “Clothes are not allowed in this bed,” he said, blowing warm air onto my pussy as he spoke.

  A deep ache came over me. “I like that rule.”

  He dragged his tongue over my slit and I cried out and gripped his head. Connor knew what I needed and he gave it to me with his tongue and his fingers. He pushed his tongue deep inside my pussy and fucked me with it.

  I whimpered and gasped, while rocking my hips against his mouth. I was out of control and I loved it. Connor made me feel safe even when I lost myself in ecstasy and words. Words I’d never said out loud before came out of my mouth.

  I was desperate to orgasm and I clutched at him and begged him for release.

  He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his fingers. He pumped them in and out of my pussy and used his tongue to tease my clit. My body exploded as a violent orgasm gripped me and I whimpered at the sheer strength of it.

  Connor moved his tongue away and the next thing I felt was his cock prodding the entrance of my pussy.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as inch by inch, he eased his cock forward until it was buried to the hilt.

  He pumped it in and out, slowly increasing his speed. He filled me completely, with each stroke sending heat and electricity all over my body.

  “Harder.” I knew that Connor was worried about my leg but it was fine and out of the way.

  He drove his cock in harder and I gripped his shoulders and hung on for dear life. It felt so good to the point of being unbearable. An avalanche of emotion hit me at the same time as the second orgasm and I came, a torrent of tears fell from my eyes.

  “Are you okay?” Connor asked.

  I nodded, unable to speak. I smiled, which reassured him and he continued driving his cock
in and out, chasing his own release. I clenched my inner muscles and Connor growled and grunted.

  He closed his eyes and a deep roar rose from his throat seconds before he flooded my pussy with his hot cum. I held him tightly to me as he slowly came to a resting position.

  “I don’t know how it’s possible that you taste better every time,” Connor said, propping himself up on his elbows to look at me.

  “I could say the same,” I said and cupped his cheek.

  He leaned down and kissed me gently on the mouth. “I love you, Bianca.”

  “I love you too Connor,” I said, happiness flooding me.

  “How was your evening?” Eva asked me the following day when she came into work at the studio.

  “It was great, we went for dinner and then to his place,” I said, taking a sip of the coffee she’d brought for me.

  “I’m glad to see you followed the technician’s advice to keep it PG thirteen,” Eva said.

  My face heated up as memories of the previous night flooded me. We had made love multiple times during the course of the night. Come morning, Connor and I had made love one more time before leaving for work. I’d never been insatiable as I was with Connor.

  I’d never been as wildly attracted to a man as I was to him. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he was easily the best lover I’d ever had.

  Eva and I spent the next hour going over the orders and making a schedule for the custom orders. At half past ten, she shut her computer and I wrapped up my work and we left for the ultrasound appointment.

  “We’ll meet Jeremy there,” Eva said for the third time that morning. She was uncharacteristically nervous.

  “You sound scared,” I said after we settled in the Uber.

  She looked at me and nodded. “I’m excited and scared in equal measures. What if there’s something wrong with the baby, especially after the way I reacted to news that I was pregnant.”

  “That’s crazy,” I said, surprised that my normally grounded sister was reasoning in a completely twisted manner. “I’d bet all my savings that you’re not the first woman to feel conflicted when she learns that she’s pregnant. Take a deep breath,” I instructed.

  She inhaled deeply and then let it out. “I’m glad you’re here. I feel like so unprepared for this.”

  I patted her knee. “Jeremy and I will walk this journey with you. Everything will work out just fine.”

  She covered my hand with hers and we drove the rest of the way in silence.

  When we got to the clinic, we found Jeremy waiting outside the clinic. He came over to the Uber and helped Eva out. He and I exchanged a hug and he asked about my leg.

  I followed him and Eva into the clinic and minutes later, we were shown into the ultrasound room. I watched with awe as the screen filled with Eva’s uterus.

  “Oh my gosh, I can see the baby,” I blurt out.

  “She’s moving,” Eva whispered.

  I looked at Jeremy and he seemed entranced. He finally snapped out of it. “This is crazy.” He took Eva’s hand.

  “Our baby,” she said, staring deep into his eyes.

  A vision of Connor sprung into my mind and I knew without a doubt that his reaction would be like Jeremy’s. He would make a wonderful dad. I glanced at the dancing image of the baby again and tears filled my eyes. That little blob was my niece or nephew.

  “She’s beautiful,” I whispered.

  Jeremy and Eva burst out laughing.

  “What?” I said. “She is.”

  “We’re actually having a baby,” Eva said. “It feels so real now. So exciting.”

  I was glad that the nervousness she had been feeling had dissipated. When the session was over, I left them to see their doctor and returned to the studio. All I could think about was my future with Connor.

  Was there a wedding and babies in the works? I wanted it so badly especially after witnessing Eva and Jeremy’s joy. I too wanted to have a family of my own and I was sure that I’d found the man I wanted to go down that road with.

  In the Uber, I fished out my phone to text him.

  Me: Hey… Just wanted you to know I'm thinking about you right now.

  Several seconds later, his reply came back.

  Connor: That makes me happy. I think of you all the time.

  Connor

  I was deeply immersed in organizing ad clippings from the day’s papers for one of our clients. They were in the midst of a massive campaign and part of our job was keeping track of the newspaper ads and maintaining their files.

  My office phone rang and I picked it up, with half my mind on the work I was doing.

  “Connor, could you come into my office for a few minutes,” Samantha said.

  I kept my voice even. “Sure.” I replaced the receiver and fought down feelings of irritation. She had been calling me into her office unnecessarily and it was beginning to wear me down.

  The guys had advised that I play along with it but that was easier said than done. I rose from my desk and headed to her office, plastering a pleasant expression on my face.

  Her door was ajar and I walked right in.

  “Close that door behind you,” she said with a smile. “Have a seat.”

  I sat down and looked at her expectantly.

  “You look wonderful in that suit,” she said. “There’s something about a man in a well-fitting, obviously expensive suit.”

  I groaned inwardly but smiled. She had been doing this for a while, showering me with inappropriate and unwelcome compliments on my dress code. She stood up and I saw that she was wearing a skirt suit. She walked around her desk and came to lean on it near where I sat.

  Her skirt, which was already short, rode up, revealing slim, pale thighs. I glanced away. She chuckled softly.

  “You don’t have to look away. All women love being admired by handsome, successful men. I’m no different.”

  My heart beat thrashed in my ears. This was my boss. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?

  “I was thinking, we could have dinner together and get to know each other better before the conference next week.”

  My ears perked up. “Conference?”

  “Oh yes, I thought I told you about it,” she said. “It’s a two-day conference in San Francisco. All the heavyweights will be there. It will be a good opportunity to mingle with them.”

  I found myself nodding enthusiastically. I wasn’t looking forward to going with Samantha but I’d tolerate her for the opportunity.

  “I’ll make reservations. My driver will pick you up at seven,” she said, walking round her desk to sit back down.

  I took that as my cue to leave. Back in my office, I found Marjorie seated in the visitor’s chair. I shut the door.

  “Hey,” I said, feeling like a traitor.

  She smiled. “Hey Connor. Do you have a few minutes?”

  “Yes of course,” I said and sat down.

  She pursed her lips. “I’m leaving the company.”

  Shock rumbled through me and I stared at her wordlessly. Marjorie had been so devoted to the company and I’d figured the only way she would leave was if she was fired. It had not crossed my mind once that she would leave of her own violation.

  “Oh,” I finally said. “Where are you going?”

  “I’ve decided to form my own agency. I’ll start small and I’ve already put out some feelers and there are a few clients who’ll move with me. These are the clients I found myself over the years.”

  I nodded. I wasn’t going to judge her for taking her clients with her. Everyone did that when they moved jobs. Some clients were adamant that they would only work with specific people and they moved with them wherever they went.

  I admired Marjorie for making that decision.

  “I know that Samantha is just buying time until she fires me but I’m one step ahead,” she said.

  “Clearly.”

  “So anyway, I came to offer you a partnership. We’ve worked well together over the years and I�
�d love it if you brought your experience on board. We’d go fifty-fifty.”

  I blinked at her and then looked around my office. I swung my gaze back to Marjorie. “Oh wow! That’s one thing I’ve not thought about.”

  My dreams had always been to rise up the corporate ladder and work in a company where I felt my talents were being utilized.

  “I know it’s a lot to hit you with but can you give it some serious thought and get back to me with a decision. I’ve done a lot of the leg work so it’s not as daunting as you would think,” Marjorie said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

  “I’ll think about it,” I said.

  She left soon afterward, leaving me to ponder her proposal. The agency was medium sized and with Samantha at the helm who knew how far we were going to go. I’d never given serious thought to owning my own company but after seeing the strides Bianca and Eva were making with their own company, it sounded attractive.

  My cell phone vibrated with a message. I smiled when Bianca’s name showed on the screen.

  Bianca: Hey you… still alive?

  I chuckled. I’d been quiet but it had been a busy day.

  Me: Oh yeah. How’s my lady doing?

  Bianca: Great. Looking forward to this evening. You’re an addiction Connor Kennedy.

  Dread filled me. I’d forgotten about my dinner with Samantha. My mind wandered to Marjorie’s offer. How much of this attention could I take? Samantha was not taking the subtle hints that I wasn’t romantically interested in her.

  Now, I had to sacrifice another evening with my girlfriend for a ‘get-to-know-each-other-dinner’ with her. I typed a message to Bianca, hating that I was disappointing her, again.

  Me: I’m sorry sweetheart, not going to make it today. I have a dinner engagement with my boss.

  I hit send and sat waiting for her response which I was sure was going to be an angry one. When my phone vibrated, I quickly jabbed at the screen.

  Bianca: No worries at all. Work first, then play. There’s always tomorrow.

  Her graciousness made it worse. I wished she had complained. That would have made it easier to bear.