Page 43 of Fake for 7 days

I quickly glanced at the elegant Montblanc watch I wore on my left wrist. In less than half an hour, Isabella would be standing at the door. And then...

Get a grip, Carter! Today you have more important goals to pursue than having a little fun in the short term. You need to get Isabella to play your fiancée for another week. Otherwise, you can watch Grandma Ruth's money go to Cameron. And you really can't allow that. So keep your desire in check. There will be plenty of opportunity for fun later.

I grinned. There certainly would be. Isabella's body had responded every time I touched her, showing me that she was willing. More than willing. That I turned her on.

And that, in turn, turned me on.

Even after the night we had spent together.

My cock throbbed harder in my pants.

Soon. Soon I would be enjoying myself with the beautiful Isabella again. After Cameron's wedding, our paths would probably part again, but that's just how life was.

At this thought, a strange feeling shot through me.

What was that?

Regret?

I shook my head. Nonsense. It could be anything. But certainly not regret. First of all, nothing had happened yet that I should regret, and secondly, my plan aligned exactly with my principles. And precisely in such a way that I wouldn't have to regret anything later.

I took another sip of whiskey and enjoyed the view. There was nothing above me anymore. No one dancing on my head and no neighbors making noise. Outside the windows of my apartment, a unique panorama spread out. The New York skyline on a spring evening. It was an image I had looked at thousands of times, in any season. And yet I could never get enough of it. Up here everything was quiet, but down on the busy streets, people were hurrying to get home and quickly do some shopping beforehand. Of course, I didn't need to do such things. My housekeeper did the shopping. She was also the one who prepared my meals and kept the penthouse clean. In short: I could enjoy the sight of busy Manhattan because I was in an oasis of calm myself.

At that moment, my phone rang on the low coffee table. I grunted in annoyance. Who was disturbing me so shortly before my meeting with Isabella? I had just been about to consider how best to approach the matter of the fiancée with her. This had better be an important call. I looked at the display.

Cameron Jenkins.

My brother.

I snorted in annoyance. He was the last person I needed right now.

Should I even take the call? Usually, it didn't take long for Cameron and me to argue during our meetings or phone calls. My mood would then plummet, and I'd be insufferable for the rest of the evening. I couldn't afford that today.

The phone kept ringing.

After the tenth ring, I sighed in resignation. Whatever my brother wanted, I might as well deal with it right away.

Just don't let it ruin your mood, Carter.

"Carter Jenkins."

"Hello, dear brother." The cold, snarling voice of my brother didn't match these words at all.

"Cameron," I said.

"What a nice greeting." The ironic undertone in my brother's voice was unmistakable.

"We've never greeted each other nicely. At least not since I can remember." There was no reason not to be honest.

"Certainly not since you stole my fiancée," my brother countered. Equally honest.

He was talking about Abigail. About two years ago, Cameron had already invited everyone to his wedding. He wanted to marry Abigail, the daughter of a wealthy business partner. The perfect woman for him. Everything had been prepared. But then, a week before the wedding, I had invited Abigail for a drink to discuss a surprise for Cameron.

I had succeeded in surprising him. Two hours later, Cameron had come home and found me and Abigail. Naked. In bed. In his and Abigail's bed, where I was fucking Abigail according to all the rules of the art.

I grinned as I thought of Cameron's stupid face.

Serve him right.

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