Page 9 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

“Who cares, where’s my nephew, August?” I ask, smiling.

“He’s in the hotel room with my mother. He’s had a busy day,” Felicity says.

You can see the love for her son in her eyes. That baby already has everyone wrapped around his finger and he’s barely a few months old.

“Hartford and Anya will be down in a minute. Brock said Willow will be down shortly. Tripp was arguing with Mom and Dad about drinking and Callum will be here in the morning,” Paxton says.

“And Fake Lake is probably banging someone in the bathroom,” I add.

“What?” Shepherd asks with a laugh.

“Nothing, ignore him. Everyone needs to hurry up because we need to get this going,” Paxton says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You nervous?” I ask.

“Hell yes. Not for the marriage and definitely not the Honeymoon, but the wedding is kinda overwhelming. But I promised to always make Hartford happy and this is what she wants. So, I’m dealing with it, for her.”

“That’s sweet, “ Felicity says.

Before I can make a joke, the wind gets knocked out of me. Willow walks into the bar and I’m not sure the look of shock on my face is good when trying to convince everyone we’re a couple. She looks absolutely stunning. I’ve never seen her look so incredibly sexy before. That blue dress hugs her body, showing off her every curve. It’s low cut in the front, revealing a large amount of cleavage. It’s short, just barely covering her ass, but damn it makes her legs look insane.

When I drag my eyes away from her body, I still have a hard time getting air into my lungs when I see her. Her dark makeup gives off a bad girl vibe that I’m fucking digging. Her hair is curled and frames her face perfectly.

She’s beautiful, that’s always been clear. But tonight—tonight she’s a goddess.

I step away from everyone and meet her halfway. She smiles up at me and I grin with a nod.

“Damn, Willow, you look fucking incredible,” I breathe out.

She continues to shock me when she pushes up on her toes and presses a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Thank you.”

Oh hell yes, this night is going to be better than I imagined.

“What happens if we get him really drunk, and he’s hungover?” Tripp asks, laughing.

We’re all in a huge room that Paxton rented for dinner. It’s been just over an hour and we’re all drinking and having a good time. Mainly teasing Paxton and Hartford about tomorrow.

I take another shot. And then another. I can barely see straight.

Willow has been close to me nearly all night.

She admitted to me that Lake texted her and wanted to talk. She’s very much into making this look as real as possible. Which is working because my mother keeps smiling at me with pride like I just won the Nobel Peace Prize.

“Hey, baby,” I say, pulling Willow in front of me so her back is pressing against my front. I wrap my arms around her, keeping them just below her tits.

She glances back at me and smiles. “Hey, yourself.”

I lean down and kiss her lips because I’ve discovered they are extremely soft and inviting. “Have I mentioned how fucking good you look?”

“Maybe, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” she says, flirting like a pro.

I’ve never seen this side of her. I’m not sure if it’s how she is with her boyfriends or if she’s just playing the part very, very well. But it’s not something I need to figure out, because ultimately it doesn’t matter.

“Look how cute you are,” Anya says, smiling at us. “Smile.” She snaps a picture and squeals, turning her phone for us to see. “Look.”

I stare at the picture and realize Willow’s actually very pretty. I mean, I’ve always known she’s pretty, but now it’s out there.

“Send me that,” I say. Am I drunk?

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