Page 54 of Wildest Dreams

She opened the back door, where Gravity’s seat was already installed, and buckled her in. I stared at Dylan’s cleavage through the rearview mirror, feeling my cock thumping against my thigh.

Then she entered the passenger seat next to me, the smile she offered her daughter melting into a scowl. “I’d say I’m sorry for being late, but I’m not. How’s that chlamydia medicine working?”

“Fantastic. Your drinking problem?”

“Under control.”

We had plenty of room to grow in the “playing pretend” department. I’d never been anything short of the perfect fake boyfriend. But then she’d come along and ruined a decade-long streak.

“You’re going to need to behave yourself there,” I warned. “The manager knows Marshall.”

“Oh, I’ll be a dream.”

I floored it. This newfound revelation that her beauty affected me in a deeper way than “I want to screw her badly” made my stomach churn. I mean, I got the flutters out there for a second. Hopefully it was just the new protein shake I’d tried that morning. Kieran had warned me that shit was potent.

“Hi, Uncle Rhyrand,” Gravity greeted sleepily.

“Hey, little stinker.”

“She slept awful last night. Misses her granny.” Dylan sighed, twisting her upper body backward to check on her. “My mom’s coming next week to give her some TLC. Honey, why don’t you take a nap while we drive?”

“I’m not tire—” Gravity started, but the protest turned into a snore midway. A second later, her head lolled from her seat, mouth hanging open as she napped.

Dylan tapped her knee rhythmically, glancing at me.

“What do you want?” I grumbled.

“A nicer fake fiancé,” she shot back.

“Download App-date. You’ll enjoy the variety.”

“Of what? AI people who don’t exist?” she taunted.

“Being in a relationship with something unreal should be familiar to you, judging by your vibrator collection,” I snapped back.

“You went through my stuff?” she raged.

“I was looking for tweezers to remove a thorn in Gravity’s palm. Most women I know keep vibrators in a nightstand drawer, not their bathrooms.”

That shut her up. For all of five seconds.

“Actually, I plan on subscribing to your site once you launch,” she piped up again, settling into her seat like a regal cat. “I’m going to be your first customer.”

I’m going to ban every male from the app to ensure you don’t match with anyone.

See, this was exactly the kind of risky train of thought I should be avoiding, especially after my intervention with Tucker.

Maybe if I didn’t respond to her, she’d get the hint.

“Have I done something to upset you?” She eyed me in confusion.

You exist. That’s enough to rile me up.

“Other than making me sell this baby so I could pay you for the pleasure of babysitting your brat all week?” I flashed her my Rolex. “Nope. You’re a real fucking delight.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. I immediately regretted both being a dick and indicating I couldn’t afford our arrangement. She was about to say something when my phone started dancing in the center console between us with an incoming call. The screen said Mom.

She picked it up. “Should I answer that for you?”

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