Page 34 of The Fake Dating Plan

“If you were on the other end of his attention you’d know.”

I turned to face her. She looked a little stressed. “Emilia, what went on between him and you?”

“Nothing to worry about. Be happy that I played the girlfriend role you wanted.”

She was being cagey again. She always does this whenever she closes herself to the world. I had to get to the bottom of this. I looked around the crowded room. Next to us stood a gossipy celebrity couple. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Why?”

“We need to talk.”

“Fine.”

A few minutes later, I found a small exhibition hall with no one inside. Even though it was opened to the public, the lights were too dull to make it inviting.

“Okay. Talk,” I said.

“You’re the one who invited me here. I came to listen to you.”

If this was how she wanted to play this, I’ll play. “What’s going on between you and Heron? No one freezes up like that after without there being something. Was he inappropriate?”

“Define inappropriate.”

I was seeing red. “Did he touch you?”

“No. Not like that.” She took her phone out of her purse, tapped it a few times, and handed it to me. On it were messages from Heron. Lewd, threatening messages.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” I asked as I scrolled through the chat. Several were dick pics. There was one that was just a string of eggplant emojis. All of which were sandwiched by threats. To her business, to her body, and her family. I frowned at the last one and raised the screen to her face.

“Yeah. I thought that was funny too. He likes to act like he’s obsessed with me, but can’t even be bothered to learn that I’m an orphan.”

“This is heinous.” The more I saw, the angrier I got. I no longer wanted to hurt Heron. I wanted to destroy him.

“You should have told me. You shouldn’t face this alone.”

“And what would you have done?”

“I would have protected you.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need your monkey’s paw with strings attached protection.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I know you see me as a pawn in your business feud with Heron.”

“You’re not that to me.” That was a lie. She was at first, and she still kinda is. I hadn’t forgiven her, but I couldn’t let this matter of Heron harassing her slide.

“I’m sorry. I meant a prized pawn.”

“You’re more than that.”

The once cold room became hot as we both stared at each other. Her eyes became mesmerizing as I watched them grow in astonishment. My gaze moved away from her eyes and landed instead on her red lips, which were even more tempting. Flashes of the last time we were at an event and had gone away came back to my mind. I wanted to feel how her lips felt again. I was about to lean in and do just that when she stepped back and said, “I think we should head back. I’m sure dinner has started.”

By the time we reached the main ballroom, I thought the desire would have cooled, but it didn’t. Even as I sat next to her, opposite Marco, who kept darting their eyes at me and Emilia, I couldn’t stop thinking about the shortest route out of this room. I had figured it was the door to the right.

We could easily walk out now and take her to the limousine. Everyone was still here, so the ride back to the hotel would take a lot less time. That’s when I would peel that sexy dress off her and thrust my cock into her welcoming heat.

But would I even make it that far? I would probably have her on her knees in the car, where her juicy lips would wrap around my cock and watch as it slowly disappeared down her throat. Now that would be amazing. She gave fantastic blowjobs then. I can only imagine how good she was now. I watched with envy as she took a forkful of salad and as it disappeared, I thought, I want to be the fork. My groin tightened. My eyes went to the door again. I could do it.

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