Page 4 of His Fake Wife

“If I say I’m ready for another round, will you give me hell about wanting to stay?” I did a quick sweep of the room I had gotten for the night. I’d hit the hotel bar fully aware that I’d get wasted so I booked a room in advance. I did some stupid shit but I wasn’t that irresponsible as to try to make it home drunk.

“Please,” the redhead snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re cute but I’ve got other plans for this morning.”

It was my turn to snort. Cute? I didn’t take too kindly to being called cute, but I did appreciate the fact that she was ready to get the hell out as soon as we were done. “In that case, hell yes, let’s go for another round.” As soon as I dove toward her, there was a knock on the door. What the hell? There was a big ass do not disturb sign on the door. “Let’s just ignore that. Say, can you remind me of your name?”

She laughed and grasped the nape of my neck, hauling me toward her. “I never gave it. Names are irrelevant, Stallion.”

I liked her. “You’re so right.”

The knock sounded again before I could even reach for the box of condoms on the nightstand. “Go ahead and get it. Clearly, whoever it is isn’t going to go away.”

Jaws clenched, I gave Redhead a disappointed look and rolled out of bed. Snatching my boxers from the floor I stepped into it and strode to the door with purpose. Whoever was on the other side was going to receive the brunt of my fury. I didn’t like my playtime being interrupted, especially with a cool kitten like Redhead. No strings and no names?my kind of woman. I yanked the door open, fully expecting it to be hotel staff.

“What the hell?Dad.”

Henry Thorne stood, arms folded and gray eyes, similar to mine, glaring daggers at me.

“It’s a good thing I know your favored location for sexacapes. Don’t you answer your phone? One would think with your new responsibilities you’d keep the damn thing close.”

Running fingers through my hair, I groaned. “Give me a break, it’s the weekend. I don’t officially start ruling the kingdom until Monday.”

“First rule of being in charge: you get no days off.”

And that was the first rule I was going to nix as the boss. Mimicking his stance, I smile. “Good morning, father. I assume whatever you have to tell me is urgent since you came all the way here. This place isn’t quite five-star.”

Henry looked skyward and let out a breath. I watched, amused, as he composed himself. I loved my dad as I was sure he loved me, but we butted heads often. He wanted a son who made his life easier by agreeing with his every word. Instead, he got me. A royal pain in the ass. Just like him, I liked to have things my way.

“You’re lucky you’re brilliant,” he said pointing an envelope at me.

“That I am, and you trust me implicitly to make you more money.” Eying the envelope curiously, I squinted. “What is that my first CEO check?” I didn’t like the Cheshire grin lighting up his face. My suspicion grew. “Dad, what’s going on?”

His smile faded as he peered over my shoulder, gaze narrowing when he saw Redhead. His nostrils flared but he didn’t go off on me. It wasn’t like he could chastise his twenty-eight-year-old son for having a woman in his bed. I just grinned at him. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here or what?”

He cleared his throat and frowned, obviously not wanting to talk in Redhead’s presence. With a sigh, I let go of any hope of morning sex. “Give me a minute.” He nodded and I closed the door, turning to her. “Hey…Ginger.” She smiled. “Would you mind…”

“Say nothing further, Stallion. I need to get going anyway.” She was in her dress and shoes in record time.

Since she was being so cool, I felt bad. “So, are you okay to get to wherever? I can get you a ride.”

“No worries. Just throw in an extra fifty.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She huffed and marched toward my pants and shirt that were strewn on the floor. My jaw practically brushed the cream carpet when she took out my wallet, opened it, and flicked out five hundred dollar bills and a fifty. “I did spend the entire night. Are we good?”

I could only nod, still numb from shock. Swallowing, I choked, “Go ahead and take all the cash, sweetheart.”

She lifted a perfectly arched brow, grinned, and did just that. I had no idea how much was left in my wallet but she got a few more hundreds. “Pleasure doing business, Stallion.” She glided past me, hips swaying, and gave me a wink.

Business? Holy fuck, Ginger was a…

“Oh God,” I groaned. It was a first for me. Was I that wasted that I hadn’t realized? No one would ever hear about it, I decided. I’d take the secret to the grave.

Dad stepped in as Ginger opened the door and stepped out. Looking her up and down with clear judgment, he grunted. She gave him a smile and strolled off. I would have laughed if I wasn’t so horrified that I’d unintentionally hired a prostitute. Fuck me. Dad would go nuts if he knew. I recalled the lecture he gave me not too long ago.

“Son, you need to get it together. You’re ambitious and smart as hell. You run my company better than me, but I can’t show the world what a business prodigy my boy is because you always fuck up!”

“I wouldn’t say always,” I defended. I had my moments of being responsible?like when I was kicking ass in a boardroom.

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