Page 2 of The Billionaire's Engagement

I sunbathed for another hour, then went back inside my place and spent the day relaxed on the couch with a book and watching movies. Later in the evening, I opened up the Holidates app again to search for a date for the Memorial Day event. I saw a notification that I received a message from someone, and my eyes went wide as soon as I saw the message. It was from Uncle Hudson.

HUDSON

Hey, Mila. I went on this app and didn’t find anyone that I wanted to go with to the wedding. I know this may be too much to ask, but would you go with me to the wedding in Hawaii? If you accept this Holidate, you wouldn’t be able to attend your Memorial Day event, though. I feel more comfortable going with someone I know than a stranger. What do you say?

HUDSON

I’ll compensate you, too. I’ll give you anything you want. Just tell me.

The corners of my lips curved to a big smile as I reread the messages again. I couldn’t be happier to get to pretend to be in a relationship with this hot and sexy silver fox. This would be a fantasy come true that my teenage self would die to have an opportunity for.

MILA

Sure, I’d love to go with you. Don’t worry about my holidate plans. Hawaii sounds better than going to the lake.

HUDSON

You’ve just saved me. I’ll text you the plans soon. By the way, let’s not tell your father, if you’re okay with that.

MILA

I won’t tell my parents. This will be our little secret

HUDSON

Thanks. Mila!

MILA

Of course! Talk to you soon!

I wouldn’t mind helping him out. It would alleviate the rut in my life of not dating, even if it this was only going to be pretend.

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HUDSON

What I didn’t tell Mila was that not only did I need a date for my ex’s wedding, but I needed my date who would pretend to be my fiancée. Right before I reached out to Mila on the Holidates app, I thoroughly considered if I really wanted to ask my best friend’s daughter to be my fake fiancée and go to this wedding with me. If her father—my best friend, no less—finds out, Nelson would fucking kill me. He’d think I was crazy for eventhinkingof his daughter. Nelson was very protective over Mila, his one and only child. Even though she was an adult, her parents treated her like she was still a little girl. Nelson would tell me stories of how overprotective his dad was to his little sister growing up in the Philippines, scaring all the boys away. I’m sure if I had a little girl, I’d be very protective of her, as well.

I knew Mila pretty well, and would be more comfortable being in a fake relationship with her than a total stranger. I only had two weeks to find a date, so I just went for it, glad that Mila agreed to do this for me. Since I ruined her holidate plans, I told her that I’d compensate her for this.I wonder what she’ll ask for.

When I saw her two weeks ago at her house lounging by the pool, I thought I’d come in my pants like a teenage boy. She was smoking hot in that tiny white bikini, instantly giving me a hard-on that I tried to hide while I was with her. Her bronzed skin was glistening from the suntan oil, her long, black hair was pulled up, her tits were full, and those curves on display. She looked like a goddess. I had to pry my eyes away and stop ogling her, not wanting to look like a creep. I was a dirty old man to look at her this way. I was an even dirtier old man who had to jerk himself off three times at the thought of her when I got home.

I watched Mila grow up before my eyes into this gorgeous woman. I shouldn’t have ogled her, but couldn’t help it. I’m glad Nelson wasn’t around that day, or else he would have caught me eyeing his little girl and killed me right then and there.

We were leaving for Maui tomorrow morning, and I’ve yet to tell Mila that I needed her to be my fake fiancée during our trip. I picked up the phone, scrolled through the contacts, and dialed Mila.

“Hello,” she answered, her voice sounding almost sultry, making my cock twitch.

“Hi, Mila,” I greeted.

“Hey, Uncle Hudson.”Uncle. It was like cold water doused me, reminding who she was to me.Good. I needed that reminder.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I asked.

“No, just finishing up packing for tomorrow. What’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about our trip?—”

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