Pretending For Mr. Parker (Big City Billionaires Book 3)

by Coco Miller

  I move from behind my computer and start to pace.

  “I want who did this, dammit!”

  “Shit, Chance, me too.”

  But it no longer matters because Anna strides into my office with Fox right behind her.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she says.

  Oh my God, please say it wasn’t Anna.

  “He just barged in,” she explains. “I couldn’t stop him.”

  I wave her apology off in relief. It isn’t her. She’s only apologizing that she couldn’t control this asshole.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I say to Fox.

  “I want to make a deal,” he says as he walks into my office like he owns the damn place. “To save your business.”

  “We don’t make deals,” Bennett says angrily.

  “He speak for you?” Fox says to me dismissively.

  “Bennett is one hundred percent correct,” I assure him. “I don’t make deals, and my business is just fine.”

  His eyebrow shoots up. “You sure about that?”

  “Yes.”

  “I think my daughter would say differently.”

  Erika walks into the office, tears streaming down her face.

  “I’m so sorry,” she whimpers.

  Her eyes meet mine and my mind isn’t able to comprehend what is going on.

  “Fuck,” Bennett mumbles, his mind working quicker than mine. “This is fucked.”

  I lean against my desk, before I tumble over. I can’t believe what is happening here. “You’ve got to be joking,” I whisper.

  Erika crosses the office, heading right for me. She throws her arms around me, but I push her off of me like she’s a venomous snake.

  “I didn’t want to do this,” she tries to explain, but I no longer want to hear anything she has to say. If I did, I might want to hurt her. I damn near feel like I want to die myself.

  Fox claps his hands together. “She’s a master at her art isn’t she?”

  “Whoring your daughter out is an art form?” I ask sarcastically.

  He appears shocked at the intensity of my anger. What did he expect? What did they both expect? I’m livid. I’m confused. I still don’t understand what I’m seeing. What I’m hearing. What the fuck is going on? How on earth is old, white, evil Bernard Fox– Erika’s father?

  “Chance, it wasn’t like that. Please let me explain,” Erika pleads.

  “You’ve done plenty,” Bennett answers for me. “We don’t need any more of your lies. Oh and you’re fired by the way.”

  “I...I had to, Chance. I’m so sorry,” she apologizes.

  But her words ring hollow. She has ruined me. Now that neither bill will pass, I will need someone to bail my company out. I’ve basically lost billions of dollars in the blink of an eye, and I have only myself to blame for it.

  Instead of sniffing behind Erika’s ass all these weeks, I should have been making sure that I had the votes. That was my only job. To make sure I had the fucking votes.

  “Out, everyone!” I scream.

  Erika’s cries grew louder. I need her to explain fully. I need to get my head in order. I need to know exactly how she played me.

  “Out!” I scream again.

  Everyone leaves, but before Erika walks out the door, I ask her to stay.

  “You...stay.”

  I take a seat at my desk and clasp my hands together on top of it. Exhaling heavily, I finally gather enough composure to have a somewhat civil conversation with her.

  “Explain.”

  “You have to believe me,” she cries harder.

  “Calm the fuck down and use your words. What have done?”

  “I didn’t want this,” she says trying to calm herself down. “I need you to believe me.”

  “How can I, Erika? I trusted you. I...I fucking love you.”

  “And I love you too. I know this looks terrible, but my father made me.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “You told me your father was dead.”

  “I know but–”

  “Is your mother alive too?”

  “No!” she cries. “The only thing I lied about was him, but that’s because he forced me to.”

  “Put a gun to your head forced you to?”

  “Not exactly, Chance. To be honest, in the beginning I was all on board with his plans. All I had to do was dress up and turn your head. It seemed innocent enough, and I needed the money badly.”

  “Why? You have a college degree, and your daddy is as rich as I am. I can’t believe you’ve been acting like you’ve never been around money before. Acting like you were all impressed with everything I was doing for you. You’re such a great liar. He’s right. You are a master at your art form.”

  “I’m not rich. I didn’t go to Columbia. I didn’t even go to college. My dad cut me off when I turned eighteen. I had a hard life, especially after my mom died, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I gambled, stole, and I tried to survive any way I could. I have some serious debts out there that I needed to pay back.”

  “Why did he cut you off in the first place?”

  “I was his dirty little secret. He cheated on his wife and had an affair with my mother. I’m a child born out of wedlock to an African-American mother by a man who didn’t give two shits about her. He didn’t want anyone knowing that. Knowing who I was. Well, not until it could benefit him. A while ago he contacted me. Told me he’d pay my debts off if I worked for him. I was desperate, Chance, and I didn’t know it would get so... complicated.

  “I was living on the streets, and he took me in. He bought me everything I needed , and then he laid out the plan to seduce you. I was sent to the gala to meet you, and at first I was on board with it, but that’s because I didn’t know you yet.” Her eyes plead with mine. “I didn’t know how wonderful you’d be. I didn’t know that I’d fall in love with you.”

  I want to believe her so badly.

  “Did he pay you to sleep with me?”

  She shakes her head. “No, I swear. That’s why I avoided you for so long. But when I finally said yes, and made love to you, it was because I wanted you. I’m so sorry. You have to believe me. Once I realized that I had real feelings for you I went to him. I begged him to call it all off.”

  “Call what off?”

  “He threatened Denkirk a long time ago. He told him that he’d take everything from the two of you if he allowed that bill passed.”

  “So Denkirk knew that he was never going to help me.”

  “I’m sure at first he was going to help you, but later on he knew that it wouldn’t happen. My father was threatening him with something dirty he found. I don’t know what. But I can tell that he didn’t have much of a choice either or people he loved were going to get hurt.”

  “Is there any sort of paper trail? Can you prove this?”

  “Yes.”

  I still don’t know if I trust her, but I am willing to give her a chance. Honestly, it is my only hail mary left to get the last minute support I need in the Senate.

  I am choosing to believe that she has nothing to lose at this point.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Over the next three days, Erika makes her case. She texts me apologies non-stop, and forwards Bennett and I plenty of emails between Fox and Denkirk.

  Emails that prove that Fox is a criminal and that Denkirk is a victim. Our lawyers expose the paper trail to the proper authorities, and the scandal sheds a lot of light on my gun bill. A bill that quickly gets the Senate’s full attention.

  Erika was telling the truth, and we were able to oust her father out of his company, get him sent to jail for threatening a senator, and get both of my bills passed in the process.

  My anger at her ability to so easily lie to me dissipated after a while. Especially after I told her the secrets I was harboring, and particularly after I spanked her over the top of my Harley for ten minutes straight and two orgasms later.

  People are human.

  Humans are fragile.


  Families are complicated.

  I get that now, and it didn’t take long for me to realize that I owe her a lot. It may have started as a lie, but she has helped me preserve my business, my legacy, and more importantly, she has taught me how to love something other than myself.

  Other than just my business.

  She has taught me how to love another human being unconditionally, and for that I will forever be in her debt.

  Epilogue

  Erika and I find ourselves at a lot of art events in the city. It’s our thing now. Tonight we’re at a another charity event in the museum where we met.

  She is wearing a long red ball gown with a high slit that glides along her curves, and her hair is swept up in a messy topknot. She looks exquisite.

  It’s been over a year since her father has been locked up. We’ve spent the time getting to know each other without the weight of the lie between us.

  If I thought I was falling for her before, I am really fucked now. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without her. It would be torture.

  There is a Titanic exhibit on the second floor of the museum. They’ve created a scaled down replica of the famous ship and they’ve even included a simulated ocean water feature to enhance the experience.

  Knowing how much she loves the water, I take Erika to the exhibit so she can wade her feet in there. It’s hot today, and I think she could use a little bit of a cool down.

  “What a creative exhibit,” she comments. “Makes me want to go home and watch the movie. It’s one of my favorites you know.”

  “Take your shoes off,” I tell her.

  “What?”

  “Your shoes. Take them off and dip your feet in the water.”

  “That’s gross, Chance.”

  “The water is pushed through a constant filter. I already checked. It’s cleaner than pool water.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “You know you want to,” I laugh.

  Erika sleeps off her stilettos, holds onto my arm and dips her feet into the water.

  “Get all the way in.”

  She steps into the wave pool and allows the water to slosh around her mid calf.

  “Now lean against the ship, baby.”

  “Chance!”

  “Nobody is coming in here. This is our private room for...about twenty minutes.”

  “Twenty?”

  “Imagine all the things I can do to you in twenty minutes.”

  “I’m imagining.” She laughs.

  “Lie back.”

  She complies.

  “Now slide your dress up to your waist. We wouldn’t want it to get wet.”

  She holds her dress with one hand at her waist.

  “Now take your other hand, slide your panties over, and rub your pussy for me.”

  She complies as my dick hardens in my pants.

  “You’re such a good listener. Now rub your clit faster. Like it’s my tongue flicking your clit.”

  Her eyelids begin to flutter as she works her pussy almost as good as I can.

  “Now how do you want to come tonight?”

  “What?” she mews.

  “I can stick my finger deep inside of that pussy, I can stick my tongue inside of that pussy, or I can ram my dick all up inside of there. Your choice.”

  “Dick,” she pleads.

  “Wise choice. Keep working that pussy for me while I make my way over.”

  I roll up my pant legs as she continues to masturbate for me, slide my zipper down, and pull out my throbbing cock. It’s brick hard and ready to get to work.

  I step into the water, grip her by the hips and turn her around. Lifting her dress even higher, I slap her ass cheek and then the other.

  She squeals in pleasure and repeats what she wants. “Dick.”

  “I know, baby, and dick is what you’re getting. Right up the pretty pussy of yours.”

  I pull her hips towards my pelvis, then line my cock up towards her entrance, and thrust myself inside of her with a hungry need.

  The side of her cheek and one of her palms slaps against the Titanic as I pound away. Loving the feeling. My orgasm building quickly. I haven’t been inside of Erika in three days, which is long for us, so I’m bound to explode soon.

  “Chance. I. Love. You.” she chants in orgasmic bliss.

  “I love you too.”

  I slide her hips back towards me and use one of my hands to rub her clit as I continue to pound her from behind. She loves it like this, and I know she’s going to come soon. Her legs are quivering.

  “Wait–”

  She’s worried that she’s going to fall out in this water. That her legs are going to give out from beneath her, but I won’t let that happen.

  Erika is the love of my life and now that we’re engaged for real this time, I will always catch her when she falls. I will always be her real Peter Parker.

  “I love you,” I say to her. “Come for me. Now.”

  “Uhhhhh!!!” Her orgasm is powerful.

  “Fuuuuuck!” So is mine.

  I grab her by the hair and kiss my fiancee with everything I have, knowing together we are stronger than we could ever be apart.

  There will be no more pretending for this Mr. Parker.

  This love story just got real.

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  Thank you for reading Pretending For Mr. Parker. It is the third novel in the Big City Billionaires Series, and I hope you enjoyed it. Next up is the first steamy book in my Russian Mafia series, MAXIM.

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