Page 10 of Billionaire's Fake Plus One

I’m fully erect now. My grip around her neck tightens enough for her to know that I’m enjoying her show of desire. “You keep doing that Willow and you’re liable to get fucked.” I warn, my voice coming out in a husky growl.

She keeps her gaze on mine as she rotates her hips again, and the small grasp I had on control slips. My free hand grips her thigh, and I hike her leg up to wrap around my hip. Fuck. I wish there was a wall close by to press her against, but the spell holding us bound is tentative, and I’m afraid trying to maneuver her might shatter it.

She lifts her other leg around my hips, and my hands go to her tight ass, holding her firmly as she grinds against me. I thrust up and hard, my eager fingers tightening around her ass so hard that I’m sure I’m leaving bruises. My chest heaves with breaths sawing in and out of my lungs as I trail my right hand up her hip, her belly, her rib cage… into the silky strands of her damp hair. As I tilt her head to mine, a loud ringing sound fills the air.

I curse angrily as she goes tense in my arms. She starts wriggling, and I release my hold. Her feet hit the ground with a soft thud, and she runs into the house without looking back, the towel she was using to dry her hair when I interrupted her long forgotten on the floor.

I take my phone out of my pocket and pick it without checking the ID. “What?” I bark into the line.

A deep laugh sounds on the other end of the line. “Is that any way to greet your little brother?” Zane asks, his nasally voice scraping my spine like nails on a chalkboard.

“What do you want?” I bite out as I walk to the lounge chair and sit on it.

“Did you get my invitation? I’m getting married!”

I massage my temple warily with my fingers. This is what I get for making out with Willow, the nanny. Zane’s ex-girlfriend. What a clusterfuck. “I got it. Does it really have to be Brittany of all the girls in the world.” I trail off with a wince when I realize just how hypocritical I’m being, but Willow and he were never serious to start with. Or at leasthenever took their relationship seriously.

“We fell in love, Lucien, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.” I roll my eyes at his words, not believing him for an instant. Zane wouldn’t recognize love if it bit him in the ass. He’s a selfish bastard through and through.

“What do you want? Money? Did you manage to blow through your trust fund already?”

“Of course you’d think my getting married has anything to do with you. Can’t you just be happy for me, for once?”

“That woman abandoned my girls.Herdaughters.” I growl angrily, amazed at the audacity with which he has expecting me to be happy about his news.

“It was a mistake, Lucien. She didn’t want kids, and it worked out well, didn’t it? You wouldn’t want her anywhere near the twins, anyway. She’d make a terrible mother.” He lets out a little laugh.

I tighten my grip on my cellphone, wishing it was Zane’s puny neck. “Why did you call me?”

“I want to know if you’re coming alone or with a plus one. I don’t know if you noticed on the invite I sent you, but the wedding is next week. My fiancé and I need to make arrangements for the…” I hang up the call, uninterested in hearing any more of his bullshit.

Fuck. I would totally blow off the wedding if not for the pesky little clause our father, Ronan Baldwin, left in his will for me to be present in Zane’s life and help him out financially if he ever needed it in exchange for handing Baldwin Elite Jets, our private jet company, over to me.

It didn’t matter to the old man that I was already an accomplished pilot and the obvious choice for the success of the company. He just had to have that ridiculous caveat thrown in. Fucking hell.

7

Daily Update Rachel, I kinda sorta kissed Lucien ??‍

Itry to avoid Lucien after last night’s encounter, I refuse to let myself think about it, but the twins make it impossible. They sweet talk Lucien into taking them to their favorite park, and somehow, I get roped into tagging along. Lucien is once again dressed in those damn fitted shorts and a linen shirt with the top three buttons undone, not even giving a girl the chance to keep her dirty thoughts to herself.

Dark shades are covering his eyes, so I can’t tell if he’s eyeing me too, but I notice his jawline stubble is a little scruffier than normal. I shiver, remembering how soft those bristles felt against my skin last night.

“Ready?” he asks, as he pulls his glasses from his face, and his tawny gaze takes me in from head to toe. His eyes go liquid, and my face heats as I imagine the thoughts running through his head. His eyes were exactly that shade before his fingers trailed down my cheek and caressed the back of my neck last night.

“Yup.” My voice comes out a little scratchy so I clear it. One of the girls' favorite activities at Battle Point Park is feeding the ducks, so we stop at the supermarket to buy packs of sweet corn on our way there.

“Sweet corn.” I mutter to myself as Lucien jogs in to get them. Will the ducks even be able to digest them? I feel like we should be getting bread but I’m not exactly an expert in feeding ducks, so I keep quiet. I take out my phone and a quick Google search makes me relieved I didn’t voice my reservations to Lucien.

A few minutes later, he jogs out of the supermarket with a large nylon bag filled to the brim. He raises a brow at me as he gets into the driver's seat, and I quickly glance out the passenger side window. While Battle Point Park is situated on the western side of the Island, the SUV eats up the miles quickly, and soon Lucien is pulling the car into an empty spot in the public parking lot.

The girls squirm in their seats excitedly, and by the time I get out of the car to open their doors, they’ve already unbuckled themselves and are ready to shoot out of the car.

“Millie, wait up!” I call out when she starts marching away. I grab Maddie’s hand as I quickly meet up with Millie. When she sees me holding her twin’s hand, she grabs my free hand, and I grin down at her in amusement.

The park is quiet with only a few families hanging out and the occasional hiker and dog walker. Nobody pays us any mind as we stroll to the pond closest to us. My heart squeezes with longing as I realize that this is what it would be like to be a part of their family: days out on the water, leisurely visits to the park. They have their routines and life together while I’m a twenty-three year old with a high school diploma, who has no idea what she wants to do with her life.

The girls drop my hands as the pond comes into view, and Lucien hands each one a pack of sweet corn. He hands me one, then leaves us to go sit on one of the park benches. He drops his shades over his eyes, stretching his legs out, one ankle over the other as he relaxes into his seat. I swallow and quickly tear my eyes away from his effortless sex appeal.

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