Page 3 of His Fake Wife

Her satisfied smirk made me see red. “And there you are proving my point. You’re just as good as your girlfriend. Now, how about you run along?”

I dipped my head and covered her mouth with mine. I don’t know how or why it happened. Maybe it was because we were standing so close it seemed the thing to do at the time. Or maybe it was because as she opened her mouth to insult me, it struck me for the first time how full and pouty her lips were. I prepared myself for a knee in the groin. Surprisingly, she drew in a sharp breath and then went pliant.

Only then did I deepen the kiss. It felt...good. So I wound one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She stumbled and crashed against my chest with a low, sexy moan that had my dick standing at attention. Her soft lips parted and my tongue swooped in to explore her mouth. I’m not sure how long we stood there practically devouring each other. It was her palms pressing lightly against my chest that brought my senses crashing back and I tore my lips from hers.

“What are we doing?” Her eyes were wide and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I…” Jesus Christ, I was standing under the moonlight kissing Beth Carson of all people. Horror seeped in and mounted.

She seemed dazed, she even swayed slightly, but then the cloud of confusion and dare I say desire, cleared from her eyes. The spell was broken. For the second time that night, I got slapped. Luckily, Beth was left-handed so I didn’t get it on the same side twice. However, now both of my cheeks were on fire.

“How dare you put your filthy lips on me?”

“That’s funny. I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it because you kissed me back.”

“I didn’t…” Color swept into her face and it was my turn to smirk smugly. She took a step back and pulled in a breath.

“Don’t get any ideas, Beth. It wasn’t like I enjoyed it. I just didn’t know what else to do to shut you up.”

Maybe it was my imagination but I saw disappointment flicker in her eyes, quickly replaced by unadulterated disdain. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Do something like that again and you’ll walk away short of one testicle.”

I felt a smile tug at my lips. God, she was amusing sometimes. “I bet you enjoyed it. A prude like you probably doesn’t get many kisses. You know Beth, maybe if you got laid once in a while you wouldn’t be so uptight.”

She practically growled and I wanted to laugh. “I’m so glad I’m leaving. At least I’ll get a break from you.”

“That’s right, you’re leaving out of state for college.” I threw my head back and sighed my relief. “The big man upstairs is finally showing me some mercy. I’m going to get a break from you too. It’s about damn time.”

Her eyes narrowed and she took another step back.

I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know why I enjoyed getting her so riled up. Maybe it was the way her already dark eyes darkened to obsidian orbs that I liked to see.

“Hey, hopefully when you get to college you’ll have some much needed sex and by the time you return, you won’t be such a bitch.”

I braced myself for the onslaught of colorful insults. I needed her to insult me because I was internally freaking out about our kiss. To my disappointment, all she did was huff and put more distance between us. “Don’t worry, Adam, it'll be a very long time before you have to see me again.”

Was that hurt I saw in her eyes before she stormed off? Impossible. Why did I feel so dissatisfied with her reaction? Had I lost my mind? So many questions. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I decided then and there to forget about the incident. I took a temporary leave of all good sense, that was all. I gulped as I watched my nemesis walk away, her heels clicking on the pristine tiles. I felt way too much kissing Beth and I was determined to bury those unwanted feelings so deep, they’d never see the light of day.

Chapter 2

Adam

Present day…

I muttered a string of colorful expletives as my eyes opened. Shards of glass seemed to pierce my skull and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. After a few seconds, I embraced the horrible feeling and allowed it to wash over me. Ah, the familiar nausea and headache of getting wasted the night before. Taking a deep breath, I took in everything. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex?lots of it?that lingered in the air.

That wasn’t all that lingered. There was still a warm body next to mine. Flinging a hand out, I felt the familiar and incredible feeling of a pair of breasts. Okay, it wasn't all that incredible because that particular pair was definitely silicone. How I longed to fondle a pair of natural breasts.

“Good morning, handsome,” came the low, sultry purr.

“Hmmm.” I closed my eyes again and smiled, remembering all the amazingly filthy things the hot redhead did to me last night. Hopefully, she’d make my morning with a willingness to disappear.

Slowly, I opened my eyes again and sat up to peer down at the woman beside me. I wonder if she would turn this into one of those awkward mornings, where she tried to angle for a date for us to get to know each other better. I was so sick of those mornings. Yes, it had occurred to me that if I’m so sick of them, all I had to do was stop fucking around, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

The woman?for the life of me, I couldn’t remember her name?laid on her side, with one elbow propped up. Her auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders and she wore nothing but a come-hither smile and my tie around her neck. The material was nestled between her breasts and I couldn’t help staring at it.

“Ready for another round?” She chuckled and tapped my chest with her index finger. “You’ve got stamina, you stallion.”

Hell yeah, I do. A wave of male satisfaction coursed through me but it quickly diminished as I waited for the redhead to make my morning difficult. It was the last thing I needed after my incredible night of celebrating. My mood was soaring this morning. I was officially the new CEO of Thorne Holdings, two years ahead of the schedule.

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