Bad Boys Box Set: Complete Too Bad It’s Fake Romance Collection with New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  It wasn't the kind of place I would usually go to. Not because of the price, I just can never quite justify the expense to the thrifty part of my brain. The one that sees anything that isn’t starkly utilitarian as a waste and something to be avoided. Except now, it isn’t a waste. I could easily afford it, and it was going towards an established cause. Looking good for the wedding.

  The salon I decided to try was beautiful, every detail coming together into the overall aesthetic. It was clear that someone really cared. Either the place was run by the owner, which still happened with such places, or they hired a particularly serious and passionate manager to oversee things.

  I was put with a stylist whose name was Gwen. Of course, it was. She actually looked like a Gwen. She looked a bit skeptical when I first showed her the style in the sample book they had, but she didn't say anything. One of the perks of the price was that it included both a professional shampooing with the highest grade of products, as well as a scalp massage. I was nearly jelly by the time I get into the chair to do the deed.

  It really was amazing what a new hairstyle could do for your confidence. With the long-layered cut, I actually felt better, cooler, sexier and started to come out of my shell. Everyone at work noticed. Particularly Ann and Vicky who I guess knew me the best because they were around me the most. They actually invited me to a girl's night out with them and Amelia, one of the other lawyers. I'd never really been to a bar before except the time at McGintey's with Liam, and I got a bit tipsy.

  “White Russian,” I said when the bartender asked what I wanted.

  “I'll have one too, it sounds interesting,” Ann said.

  At first, I was seized by fear, hoping she wouldn’t be disappointed being presented with the drink, but she wasn’t, and we drank White Russians all night long.

  Another thing I was learning was how to dress better. At least better than I had been, taking careful note of what the women around me were wearing, all of them looking absolutely gorgeous.

  I waited until the next day, during my lunch break. Everything in moderation and all that. It wasn't difficult getting to the stores. Despite its humble bearing, the Howell and Howell building was in a very fashionable part of the city near Rodeo and where to go was a query that poses a much greater issue than how to get there. Again, I tried to put limits on myself, lest I let the money go to my head and go nuts. So, I decide to get only three things.

  Two nice outfits for the office that I could alternate and one really, really nice dress for the wedding, and other such formal occasions, in case that should ever come up again. I never really held to single event outfits. It always seemed like such a waste. Which was why I never went to prom. That and I couldn't actually find anyone to go with me. I made the best of it, though, listening to my favorite records, on my headphones, of course, and catching up on my studies.

  I hurried back to the office, stashing my bags under the desk and got back to work, ignoring the hunger pains tightening in my belly, not having thought to actually eat during my lunch break. I soldiered on through until quitting time, more than ready to go and eat something when the clock ticked to the appointed time.

  I was just retrieving my shopping bags when Ann happened by.

  “Whoa,” she said, no doubt reading the store names printed in capital letters across the bags.

  Embarrassment filled me. “I –”

  “Oh no, I get it. A little extravagance never hurt anything,” Ann said, winking.

  “No, I mean it's not like that, I-”

  I wasn't sure why I was so upset, probably because I had just been described as extravagant by someone I was coming to respect.

  “It's okay, really. I noticed your hair yesterday. Looks like things are getting better with Liam around, right? I bet the money helps too. Come on, let's see it.”

  “See what?” I asked.

  “The dress you got from Maxa Mara.”

  Defeated, I put down the office clothes and pulled out the lavish red dress with the plunging neckline I had bought for the wedding, figuring it would to good things for my natural figure.

  Ann wolf-whistled. “Wow, Liam really has brought you out of your shell!”

  “I-it's not like that. It is only for the wedding. The whole thing is fake.”

  Ann raised her eyebrows. “If that's what you need to tell yourself, then so be it, but it doesn't look fake from where I'm standing.”

  Her decree made, Ann kept going about whatever business she was on when she had come in, freeing me up to make my escape. Though when I did, it was with a smile.

  Chapter Eleven

  Liam

  The sapphire ring Hayley had was fine but didn't really look like an engagement ring, not as I understood them, and it was possible that people might be able to see through it. As insurance against this, I wanted to buy her another, more traditional ring, so it really looked like we were engaged.

  One of the seemingly age-old traditions about rings was that they were supposed to cost three months' salary. No matter how fancy, it seemed unlikely that most commercial sellers would carry anything worth $2 million.

  Adjusting my ideas accordingly, I set a much lower goal price and end up with three strong contenders. In the end, I decide on one with a pure white gold setting and three different species of stone, a traditional white diamond, an emerald, and a ruby. It is just ostentatious enough to pass without crossing the line into being crass or tacky.

  I debated about how to best give it to Hayley and then was struck by a sudden attack of awareness. This was all supposed to be fake. I didn't want to give her false hope. She really was sweet, not to mention super sexy, and I really enjoyed her company, but I wasn't sure I was ready to commit. Not like that anyway. Not even to her.

  I had already bought the ring, and it didn't make sense not to at least show it to her so she could decide if she wanted to wear it. Hayley was an equal partner in the plan and should also have a say. Much like with broaching the subject of the fake engagement, I decided that the direct approach was best.

  Her street really wasn't built for a vehicle as big as my Hummer, though I still managed to find a parking spot anyway. As I had every morning for the past week. I didn't know quite how I had got the idea to pick her up and drive her to work but was glad that I did as I got to see Hayley almost every day, at least for a while, and it gave us the time we needed to get to know each other. We may not be together, either as fiancés or in any other romantic way. Though we were becoming friends.

  Using my cane to its maximum potential, I made my way up the stairs in good time. The closer I got, the faster I went. I really wanted to see Hayley. The more I thought about seeing her, the happier I got. I had to hold myself back to keep from taking the door off the hinges with the knock, my excitement getting to such critical levels.

  “Oh, hey,” Hayley said as she opened the door and was framed in the doorway by the morning sun.

  She had changed her hair. It made her look even more beautiful than usual. My gaze wandered down to her chest. Her cleavage, generously visible by the lay of the silk robe that she was wearing, which left little to the imagination. She doesn't seem self-conscious or embarrassed about me seeing her that way.

  “Wow,” was all I could say as we walked in and shut the door.

  “You like?” she asked, leading me towards the bedroom.

  “Breathtaking,” I said.

  “Oh.” A slight hint of pint covered her cheeks, and she smiled.

  Even I didn't know I was going to do it until it happened, but Hayley returned my sudden and passionate kiss. I could tell she never been kissed before. She was game but a bit awkward. I eased off and was more deliberate so she could understand what I was doing and then copy me. She was a very fast learner.

  As we kissed, we also start to caress each other, running our hands softly over our bodies. To facilitate the process, Hayley untied the belt on her robe, dropping it from her shoulders, leaving her standing naked before me.
r />   A much as I loved her full lips and sweet tongue, and I did, I couldn't resist the allure of her tits. Keeping my hands firmly on newly naked hips, I lower my head, gently sucking one nipple and then the other. I alternated between them gently nursing on each of them to make her moan as she ran her fingers through my hair.

  As I sucked her beautiful breasts, my hand found its way down to her pussy. Hayley let out a gasp but didn't protest, so I started to gently massage her pussy. I was surprised at how tight she was. I knew she was young, but it went beyond that.

  “Are you a virgin?” I asked breathlessly.

  She looked away, nodding, too ashamed to meet my eyes. I took her gently by the chin, making her look at me.

  “It's okay,” I said.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Of course. Your innocence makes you even sexier,” I assured her. “I’ll be gentle. But I have to have you.”

  “Okay,” she consented.

  Putting my hands on her hips, I turned Hayley, so she was facing the bedroom door and then bent her over. She braced her hands against the door for balance.

  Starting at her neck, I ran both hands the length of her body all the way down to her ankles. Gently holding her ankles, I spread her legs a bit more and ran my hands back up to her hips and pull her backward as I buried my face into her tight little pussy.

  Running my tongue up between her tender pink pussy lips, I basked in her sweet aroma.

  Hayley moaned and gasped, bracing her body hard to keep from shaking. I could tell that she was about to cum, so I lightened up my lapping speed, and gently stroked the small of her back while working her clit with my other hand.

  She started to cum really hard, I have to put an arm around her waist as she jerked and shook, every muscle in her lovely body reacting in the same moment.

  Keeping my hand on her back, I stood up behind her. When she was ready, I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. The sensation made her gasp out loud.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yes, please, I want it,” she said. “I want to give you my virginity.”

  Hayley slowly relaxed, and as she did so, I pushed the head of my cock into the tight, luxurious warmth of her virgin pussy. Getting up to her cherry, I stopped, letting her get used to the feeling of my huge cock inside her. When she was ready, I pushed through her cherry, stopping again on the other side to give her time to recover.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, panting. “I want you to fuck me. Make me a woman.”

  Taking her at her word, I took Hayley by her hips and started moving in her, angling my cock so it worked her g-spot. She made soft noises of pleasure as I pumped inside her, and each coo she made turned me on more.

  “Harder?” I grunted.

  “Oh, yes,” she gasped. “It feels so good.”

  I gained in both speed and intensity, working in her harder than before, working up to a steady, moderate rhythm. Hayley started to move with me, gently thrusting her hips back, meeting each of my thrusts, her noises getting both louder as well as more intense.

  Her pussy got even tighter around my cock, and I knew that she was getting close again. Slowing down my thrusting speed, I reached around and played with Hayley's clit while I softly kissed her neck. She started to cum. It was even more intense than when I licked her.

  The orgasm ebbed, and Hayley went limp. I put both arms around her and helped her over to the bed, cuddling her as she lay against me. I rocked her gently and kissed her on the forehead.

  “How you doing, sweetie?” I asked.

  “Good,” she said weakly.

  “Are you sore at all?” I asked, gently stroking her pussy.

  “No, I'm all tingly actually,” she said.

  “Good, that's good,” I said, glad I didn't hurt her.

  Hayley reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock, getting it about halfway around the total girth. I shifted toward her to make it easier as she stroked my cock, working it with surprising deftness for a beginner.

  “M-may I suck it?” she asked.

  “Of course,” I said, “only go as far as you're comfortable. I don't want you to hurt yourself.”

  Hayley slipped about half my cock into her mouth. Leaving it there for a moment, she showed started to suck, moving gradually up and down my shaft, instinctively swirling her tongue around the tip when she reached the top.

  I lay my hand lightly on the back of her head to gently guide her. She was so good it is not long until I unloaded into her mouth. She didn't miss a beat swallowing it all down.

  I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I didn't know what the feeling was that came over me, but it felt a lot like the descriptions I had heard of love. It was both frightening and exhilarating.

  Suddenly, I remembered the ring.

  “I have something for you,” I said.

  Zipping up my pants, I took the small black box from my pocket. She gasped audibly at the very sight of it. I immediately wondered if I was making a mistake but still went ahead, seeing few alternatives.

  Hayley opened the box and looked like she was going to cry.

  “I just thought it looks more like a traditional engagement ring,” I said by way of explanation.

  “It's beautiful,” Hayley said, the first tear rolling down her cheek.

  “So are you,” I said, meaning it.

  Taking the ring from the stand in the box, Hayley put out her hand and let me slip the ring onto her finger. I gently kissed her tears away, and we embraced.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hayley

  I could feel his warmth behind me. Liam was spooning me in his king-sized bed, his breath landing softly on the back of my neck. It was two days since the first time, and we have done it several times since.

  I knew this relationship was supposed to all be fake, but it didn't feel fake. If I was honest, it felt like I was getting addicted to his cock, as well as him. Every time he fucked me, I always wanted more. We hadn't done anal yet, but I was very curious about it and was up for it if he broached the idea. I was still a bit too shy to outright ask for it. I just didn't have it in me.

  Even in this apparently fraudulent situation, I had to wonder if the feelings were real. It all felt like a dream. Did a billionaire really just spot me at random and swoop me up into a world, brief as it is meant to be, of money and fabulous sex? Or was it just a wonderful fantasy?

  I pinched myself softly flinching slightly in pain. As I did so, I saw the ring. The one with the three rocks on the white gold setting. The sight of it made my heart beat faster.

  I turned so I was facing Liam and returned his embrace. It was real. He was there, and we were together for the whole weekend since I asked my parents to take care of Jacob for a few days.

  Liam and I were together, and I loved him.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he said, opening his eyes.

  “Hey,” I whispered.

  We kissed, and I wished that the weekend could last forever, and we could always be there in bed together.

  Liam rolled over and put an arm behind his head. “I've made a decision,” he said.

  “Oh?” I asked.

  “You are going to teach me how to bake,” he instructed.

  “Anything special in mind?” I asked.

  “Well, there are those awesome cookies,” he said.

  “Sorry, can't?” I shrugged.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Well, for starters, I don't have my cookbooks with me.”

  “Oh, well, that's a good reason.” Liam nodded.

  “This also the duty,” I said.

  “The duty?” Liam asked, perplexed.

  “It is a secret family recipe that no one has divulged for over two hundred years, including my great-great-grandma, who refused to go into detail, even when out on trial.”

  “What happened?” Liam asked, mesmerized.

  “She was burned as a witch,” I explained.
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  “Wow.”

  “Yeah.”

  We both broke out in giggles at my made-up story.

  “How about a nice cake?” he asked.

  “That can be done,” I said.

  Still quite naked, we went down to the sun-bathed kitchen, and I set about teaching Liam the best cake recipe I was at liberty to divulge and could still remember without notes in front of me. It went quite well until it came to mixing the dry ingredients. Somehow, by accident or design, a large portion of sugar ended up on my bare boobs.

  Taking up a handful of sugar, I dropped it casually on his cock. Liam took a handful of sugar and dropped it over my pussy. I just looked at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was trying to be mean or playful. Deciding on playful, I got down on my knees to clean the sugar off his cock, using only my tongue.

  When he was all clean, I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could without discomfort. I sucked him, soft at first, and then harder until he unloaded his sweet cum into my mouth.

  Taking me gently by the shoulders, Liam pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately. I responded as best I could, having improved a lot since he took my virginity. Liam really was a gentle and patient teacher.

  Moving down from my lips and over my chin, Liam softly licked his way down my neck and chest to my boobs. Once there, he cleaned the sugar off my breasts, continuing to suck my very hard nipples even after the sugar is gone.

  My breath caught as he began to move down again, over my belly, down my pelvis to my pussy. Softly licking the sugar from my pussy, Liam spread my pussy lips with his fingers then gently ran his tongue over my folds. It felt so good I actually got weak in the knees and had to put my hands on the counter behind me.