Page 9 of Three Handsome Billionaires and a Pretend Fiancée

Kade had said they had to make it look authentic and Hayden would probably have to do the same and Ledger too. She’d just refused to entertain the thought since she knew if any one of her bosses kissed any one of the women, she had handpicked for them, they would fall instantly in love.

Except they’d have to kiss her. A frog who wouldn’t turn into a princess. Okay, fine, yes, she was getting her fairy tales all screwed up but honestly, she was having a tiny, tiny meltdown.

It was fine. They would just have to get over kissing her. That was all. Wash their mouths out with soap or something, but they’d given her a task to execute, and she vowed to do so using everything in her power.

Damn Kade for kissing her. For touching her wetness and then tasting it off his finger.

She counted to ten, sifted through her thoughts, and prioritized only one.

She was not going in there with panty lines showing. She wasn’t going to go down that way. And she would have to try and get her panties off without undoing the zipper because she honestly didn’t have the energy to zip herself up again. Stuffing her curves back into the dress was hard and she already used up one lung in the process.

“Oh thank god,” she whispered when a tall man, also well over six foot three at least, with the greyest eyes and the most breathtaking jawline, sauntered into the foyer. Oh god, did he have to be so entirely handsome, a part of her cried out. But she shut that part down instantly. She worked for all three of them. And if she didn’t work for them, they would have walked right past her even if she were doing handstands naked in the middle of peak hour traffic.

Hayden Philips.

Chapter Eight

Hayden Philips had no idea what to expect when he was informed his fiancée had finally arrived. He didn’t care either way what she looked like, who she was, where she came from. This was just a ploy to get his goddamn nosy family off his back.

With his thirty-second birthday eight days away, his parents had started to panic. According to his grandfather’s will, his trust fund would only be passed onto him if he were married before he turned thirty-two.

He didn’t give a fuck about the money. He was a multibillionaire and worth a thousand times more than what was in his trust fund, so he didn’t need that money. But according to his family, it was about the principle of the matter. His trust fund was a Philips family legacy, and it had to be passed down to him just as it had been passed down generations and generations before him.

For his overall peace of mind and to completely avoid his mother and sisters from shoving brides-to-be down his throat, he told them he was already engaged. And once they met his fiancée they had to back off and leave him alone. They agreed.

Usually nothing fazed him. He had a poker face that was only rivaled by maybe Ledger Mayfield and Kade Howard, two men he respected like business partners and loved like blood brothers. They’d grown up together, since birth. Their parents were close friends but the bond they’d formed throughout their whole lives was unbreakable, impenetrable, and unconditional.

But for the first time in his life, as he walked into the foyer of his parents’ house to meet his fiancée for the first time ever, considering they’d been secretly engaged for six months already, he’d been caught off guard so badly, he blanked out.

And it had been done by a five-foot three stunning beauty, whose eyes were like liquid honey, fringed with the thickest silkiest lashes. Her lips were full, and she didn’t even know it but there was a permanent lusciousness to them that made his cock quiver with the need to slide his thickness between them and anoint her tongue with his pre-cum, something only she could so effortlessly draw from him these days.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What was she doing here? And dressed like that. Fuck. She had curves for days, and smelled so fucking delicious he wanted to lick and suck every inch of her body until her taste was all he would taste.

Blood sped to his cock, forcing him to use every ounce of his will power not to fucking tear through his suit pants. What the hell?

He’d been perfectly fine until ten days ago, when McKenna Riley had descended into their boardroom, a mixture of innocence and downright sex siren and she didn’t even know it. She was nothing like anyone they knew before, which made sense because no one else had ever obliterated their senses and destroyed their control the way she had and she came with a thick colorful binder, and every color of marker there was out there.

Since then he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think about another woman, his cock had fucking died and only revived itself in her company which explained why they all avoided her whenever they could. She didn’t only turn his life upside down. She’d done the same to Ledger and Kade. In one second flat.

They never thought the day would happen when they were all three attracted to the same woman, although attracted was putting it mildly. They wanted to own her, every single part of her. Every orgasm she was worth, every breath she took. The thing was she already belonged to them; she just didn’t know it yet.

The first lesson their mentor, George Thames and taught them was not giving into temptation. It was gratuitous and fleeting. Was he teaching them that lesson again with her when he recommended, they offer her a job as their PA and then warn them not to fuck her.

The truth was they were buying their time. And if McKenna Riley couldn’t belong to them, than she wouldn’t belong to any other bastard with a dick between his legs.

“Okay, look,” she began, out of breath, whispering urgently. “Two things. First, the ladies I had hired to play the part of your fake fiancées came down with food poisoning. It was last minute, I couldn’t find replacements but I’m here, so it’s all good. Trust me. I just came from the gallery where I met Kade, and I pulled it off because he got his painting. So don’t worry about it. I got this.”

Hayden stroked his jaw, a slow smile formed on his lips. She was their pretend fiancée?

Did she understand what she’d just done? By inadvertently placing herself in their grasp as their fiancée, she unleashed everything inside them and now there was nothing to protect her. Nothing to keep her from them.

Her lips from theirs.

Her body from their touch.

Her pussy from their cocks.

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