Page 6 of Fake Situationship

This kiss is everything and more. Never having been a guy who cared for PDA, with Claire, I don’t care. I’ll kiss her in the middle of a company meeting with all the employees watching on if that is what she wishes.

We part and I ask, “Not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on?”

She’s catching her breath. “Sorry, but your ex is staring daggers at us. I wanted to give her something to stew over. I hope it’s okay?” And here returns my sweet, shy girl, but her protective care of me puts her in a whole new ball game. I’m used to being the protector, not the protectee.

She fascinates me more than anybody else ever has. These different sides of her are enticing and make me want to learn everything about her because something tells me she’ll never be boring.

“Sweetheart, you can kiss me anytime you want.” And more.

Claire

The evening turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected, and I can’t wait to see Zach tomorrow. When he dropped me off at home, he was a complete gentleman, even though it took all my willpower not to drag him into my apartment with me and climb him like my personal jungle gym.

I’ve never reacted to a man like this before. Then top it off with that sensational kiss. I don’t know what came over me, but if ever there was another chance to kiss him, I’m taking it. After tomorrow I won’t be seeing him again, so I’m happy I took the opportunity. Another thing out of character, but man, I should do more things I wouldn’t normally do because I took the risk, and it paid off immensely.

The bed squeaks as I turn over, trying to get comfortable. It’s too hot and I ache too much for the gorgeous billionaire.

That’s right, I had a fake date with a freaking billionaire. I pinch myself.

This kind of stuff only happens in a romance novel or a romcom. They don’t happen to a girl like me. I groan while I bury my head in my pillow as I squeeze my thighs together as the throbbing sensation in between my legs grows stronger. It’s been like this from the moment I walked into Zach’s office building, and spotted him across the room.

I need to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day, so I decide it’s better to take everything into my own hands and slip one beneath my panties. I imagine Zach’s large hand doing the work— the taste of his kiss comes back, the memory of his tongue slipping against mine. The thrill of a room full of people watching him kiss me and call me sweetheart. The stunned appearance on his ex-wife’s face.

In all my life I’ve never been bold and it’s hot. I work my fingers faster around my clit as Zach’s face is in the forefront of my mind— his smile, his laugh, his deep voice— I shake as a strong release ruptures from me and I work to get my breathing back under control.

Rolling over, I hug one of my many pillows, sigh as sleepiness takes over, and I imagine Zach wrapped around me tight, spooning me as his hand strokes along my body.

My ex didn’t cuddle, but something tells me Zach would. He’s probably a very generous lover, and I get a little sad knowing I’ll never find out. However, I’m going to take tomorrow and live out my fantasy. I just wish I mentioned to Zach my ex’s obsession with him.

I don’t look forward to the weeks to come when Alan will flood my phone and email wanting Zach’s contact information. He’sgoing to demand I set up a meeting or something. He’s that callous of a boy, because he’s not a man. Not like Zach.

Chapter 6

Zach

A hush comes overthe congregation as I enter the wedding venue at the town’s golf course. People watch and whisper as I walk by. I nod my head as I search for a seat and get one at the end of an aisle. I want Claire to spot me, but more importantly, I want to see her.

Weddings have never been something I enjoy attending, but ever since last night, it’s the only place I want to be right now.

Since she’s a bridesmaid, I couldn’t pick her up. She had to be with the bride all morning, and I hated not being able to escort her here, but I’m excited to see her.

“Are you a friend of the bride or groom?” An older lady asks next to me. She’s eyeing me, trying to pinpoint if I’m suitable for somebody in her life.

This isn’t my ego talking, just experience. Every older lady I speak with wants to play matchmaker.

“Oh neither. Well, I guess the bride. My girlfriend is her cousin and is a bridesmaid.”

The woman’s eyes open wide. “Really? Who?”

“Claire Adams.”

“Little Claire? Really? Oh, that’s so exciting. I’m her Great Aunt Jean, oh we’ve been so worried about her ever since Alan…well, never mind you’re aware of all that. We were worried about her having to be here alone, but oh, she just got the ultimate catch. Mr. Zach Whitmore himself. The town’s savior.”

I keep my politician's smile on my face even though my mind roams a million miles a minute. What did Alan do to Claire? I’m assuming he’s her ex and, well, I wonder how he hurt her. It also doesn’t surprise me that the lady knows who I am. I hoped she didn’t, but it’s rare not to run into people who don’t know who I am here in New Hope.

“Oh, wait until everybody here catches wind of you and our little Claire. She’s special, that girl. Heart of gold. You’re lucky to have her.” The woman points at me with a stern gaze and glares at me as if I would contradict her.

I never would because I completely agree. “You’re correct. I don’t know how I snagged myself such a beauty, but I’m thankful and don’t plan on letting her go.” And that’s the truth. I can’t fathom the idea of this fake situationship not becoming something more. Hopefully, she feels the same way I do.

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