Page 70 of Fake for 7 days

"You are the one," she hissed with an unpleasant voice. I looked at her bewildered. Who was I supposed to be?

At that moment, a thought struck me. Did she mean with "you are the one" that I was Carter's fiancée? Did the woman know... about the contract between Carter and me? Was she... Carter's confidante?

The idea stabbed me.

I wanted to be his confidante.

Don't be... so... unrealistic, Isabella. You ARE not his confidante. You have a contract. If you were his confidante, there would be no contract.It's about fun and getting what everyone wants. You and Carter. Trust was never mentioned.

Before I could think further about what my thoughts meant and what I should do now, Carter appeared behind the woman in the doorway. He looked annoyed.

"I should have known," hissed the woman now, defiantly jutting her chin up and hurrying past me without looking at me again. As she brushed past me, I noticed a faint musty odor. Did she keep her clothes in an old, poorly ventilated closet?

I looked after her puzzled.

She wasn't a colleague after all.

Or was she?

Actually, I was the employee.

Employee instead of confidante.

Again, there was a stab inside me.

At that moment, Carter grabbed my arm and pulled me into the office. "Well, you're dressed like a businesswoman today. Suits you!" he greeted me and gave me a kiss on the neck.

And another.

And another.

"We... I... she... I have a job interview later," I stammered. Actually, I had wanted to ask Carter who the woman was who had just left his office. Where he knew her from. What their relationship was. If she was his confidante. But Carter's kisses literally took my mind away. They made me forget everything I had thought in the last seconds. Already the woman was only a faint memory. I postponed my questions for later and surrendered entirely to the touch of Carter's lips. And to the burning desire that spread throughout my entire body.

I let out a soft moan.

"Who was that?" I finally whispered.

"Who are you talking about?" asked Carter as he took off my coat.

"The woman who just left..." I could hardly concentrate, my body yearning so much for further touches from Carter.

"Oh, just an old acquaintance. No one special," Carter said casually.

"She seemed to know me..."

Carter looked confused. "Oh, that... She'll also be at the wedding, so I've talked about you." He changed the subject. "You'll wear a dress to the wedding, right?"

"What?" I could hardly concentrate on his question. Carter's athletic body in the custom-made suit and sneakers brought back memories of our first evening together. And the charity dinner.

"The dress you want to wear the day after tomorrow..." My blazer fell to the floor. Carter now set to work on my trousers.

"Purple," I whispered. Then I looked around uneasily. "What if someone comes?"

"No one will come. Francis is keeping an eye on things," Carter reassured me and sealed my lips with a kiss. Francis. That must have been the unobtrusive assistant. Carter's kiss ignited my passion as quickly as it had the previous times we had sex. No matter how often I saw him and how often he touched me, my desire for him never lessened. On the contrary, I wanted Carter every time even more than before.

And Carter wanted me. The best proof that the other woman certainly wasn't important.

Impatiently, I pressed my body against Carter's, feeling his cock demand its due. I began to undo his belt, deciding to give him a gift. When I finally had Carter's cock in my hand, I stroked him. First gently, then more intensely. I massaged him, kneading his balls with my other hand, and enjoyed the feeling as he grew harder and harder under my touch.

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