Page 28 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
“Sure,” I say and put the pillow and the blanket back onto the bed.
Vivian turns to face me after I lie down. “Is the model in the painting Trisha?”
I take a moment to realize what painting she’s talking about. “Yes.” It was done right before we broke up.
She scoots closer. “Why did you call off the engagement with her?”
I pause for a moment, wondering how much I should share with her. “We just realized we didn’t really need a marriage because Trisha didn’t want children.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
I shrug. I don’t feel that sad. It’s a good thing I found out before marrying her. “Not every woman is destined to be a mother. Some are career types.”
She blinks for a moment. “What if I want both? Career and babies.”
“Of course you can have both. You’re young, sweetheart,” I say softly, reaching to brush her hair from her eyes.If you allowed me, I could give you everything you ever wanted.
“Good. I’ll build a career before I hit thirty, and then I’ll have babies. If I have a baby every two years, I can have five of them before I become forty,” she says dreamily.
“Five of them?” I am amused. “That’s a lot.”
“Not at all! Some people have ten. But I don’t want to look like my child’s grandma, so I need to stop at forty.”
I laugh again. “So, you have it all planned out? Do you have any boyfriend or candidate that will make your dream come true?”
She gazes at me for a moment and bites her lip. After a moment's pause, she shakes her head. “Not really.”
Her hesitation makes me think she isn’t speaking the truth, but I don’t press her.
“Whoever it turns out to be, he’ll be a lucky guy,” I say, not without feeling a bit of jealous. Hell, I’ll give anything just to fill her with those babies. I mean it. If only she isn’t John’s daughter, I’ll woo her right now.
“Thanks,” she says. “What about you? Are you and Trisha still seeing each other?”
I’m taken aback by the mention of Trisha again. “We still do, but we aren’t in a relationship anymore,” I say. “Why are you asking all these questions? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
She giggles. “I’m not! I’m curious. I think she’s jealous of me. The way she glared at me as if she would eat me alive!”
“She wouldn’t dare,” I reach a hand to pat her back. “But it’s just the way she is. She’s intimidating. She’s used to having things her way.”
“So,” she asks again. “How long since you were last with a woman?”
I chuckle. Surprise again. The question stirs me, and I shift. “It’s been a while. But what’s got into you? You’re really into your role, aren’t you?”
“I am enjoying it. Too bad you aren’t paying me OT because I feel like doing extra.” Her voice is throaty, and her eyes shimmer in the darkness.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask in a gruff voice.
She doesn’t answer, but after the ruffling of the sheets, I feel her hand on my thigh and my breath catches.
I need to stop her. I hear a voice in my head. John will kill me if I let this carry on. But my animal instinct takes control of me, telling me it would be rude to refuse her offer like that. So I don’t stop her but feel her hand move higher inch by inch, timidly but with determination. And then it reaches my cock, which has turned to steel.
“Oh God!” Vivian giggles. “You’re so long, and thick!”
Fuck. Is she laughing at me? “Would you rather it be smaller?”
She keeps giggling, and her cheeks are crimson. “I don’t know! I guess the bigger the better.”
The way she answers my questions piques my curiosity. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen any?”
