Page 27 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
“I can tell,” she says. “It’s just a show. Sam said Karen was putting pressure on you, so I guess you’re doing this to placate her.”
What a shrewd woman. But I don’t give anything away. “I hate to tell you, but you’re wrong about it. It’s real. Didn’t you see the ring on her finger? And the engagement party?”Not to mention the way I gaze at Vivian like a predator throughout the day?
“It’s all fake.” She insists and leans closer to me, her hand on my shoulder, smoothing my shirt. A proprietorship, as if she owns me. “You might be infatuated over her, but you’ll regret your rash decision. Sex isn’t everything in a relationship, Alex. What we have is more than that. We are friends and partners.”
Her persistence annoys me, and I back away from her. “Trisha,” I say to her frankly. “It’s over between us. Even if I weren’t engaged to Vivian, I have no desire to start over again with you.”
She looks wounded for a second, and she glares at me as if she wants to spit venom in my face. But she takes a deep breath and relaxes. “Fine. Just let’s see how long it takes you to break up this time.”
My jaw drops in disbelief. What an evil woman. I always know that Trisha has a vile streak in her under her cultured demeanor, but she usually hides it well. I guess she’s desperate. Good thing the engagement isn’t real to begin with, otherwise, it’d be such a bad omen. I resist the urge of telling her that her disinterest in having kids wasn’t really the reason for breaking our engagement, but what wiped out my feelings for her was her selfishness and the lack of trust between us. I leave her without even saying good night.
Vivian is looking at her phone when I enter the bedroom. The sight of her in my bed, even though she’s sitting and in her pajamas, still sends a powerful jolt in my crotch.
“Hi!” she smiles at me, her eyes shimmer as they quickly travel along my body as if she hadn’t seen me all day.
“Hi!” I smile back. “Why’re you still up? We’ll be flying back six o’clock in the morning.”
“I know,” she says. “I’m just too excited to fall asleep.”
“What’re you reading?” I ask, getting closer to look at her screen.
“Nothing,” she says. “Just the pictures we took today. We look good together!”
I sit next to her and browse the photo gallery. She’s right. We look like a real couple—no wonder Trisha was jealous.
“Don’t let your dad see any of these before I tell him what happened,” I warn her. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“I know.” She nods. “When will you tell him?”
“Later,” I say. “After the summer. Once you’re safe in France.”
She smiles. “Are you trying to protect me?”
Ah. That sultry smile. This little vixen knows I’m falling for her. I put on a pretense right away. “Not entirely,” I say with a shrug. “I also care about my friendship with him. He might be less angry when it’s told as history.”
She nods. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do it?”
“No,” I say. “Let me handle it.”
She stares at me with those shimmering blue eyes that make me shiver. My blood stirs as I imagine the meaning of the stare, and I look away. Does she want me as much as I want her? “Well, I should take a shower and get ready for…”
I haven’t finished my sentence when I feel a feathery touch on my cheek.
“Thank you, Alex,” Vivian whispers into my ear. “I had a fabulous fake engagement today.”
I chuckle at her comment and resist the urge to kiss her back because I know I wouldn’t stop at that. I stand up promptly. “Good to know that, Vivian. Good night!”
“Night!”
Vivian has fallen asleep when I step out of the bathroom, still holding her phone in hand. The lamp on the nightstand next to her is on. I grab my pillow and blanket from the bed, and then I drink in the sight of her lovely face before turning off the lamp. Unable to help myself, I bend over to stamp a kiss on her cheek. As soon as I do that, she stirs and lets out a tiny whimper.
“Alex?” she murmurs as her eyes flutter open.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I don’t mean to wake you.”
The moment I turn off the light, she grabs my wrist. “Alex, sleep in the bed, please.”
I pause. I should say no because my dick is already hard at the touch of her hand and her husky voice. “Please,” she begs. “Just for a little while.”
