Page 28 of Billionaire's Fake Plus One

“Isn’t that Willow?” Lauren asks in surprise. “What the hell is she doing here with you?” Willow stiffens again. Of course, they met the same night I met Willow two years ago. Knowing Lauren, she was probably unpleasant to her.

“She’s here because I want her to be. She’s my girlfriend,” I snap, narrowing my eyes at her, daring her to say something mean. She wouldn’t, of course. I’m in charge of her monthly allowance, and she knows how short my patience is when it comes to her. She huffs, but keeps her mouth shut. I glance at the happy couple, raising a brow at Brittany.

She pales, but straightens in her seat to face Willow. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior this afternoon, Willow. The history between Lucien and me is practically ancient. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

Willow looks surprised to be receiving an apology. I bet she wasn’t expecting it at all. My lips curl as I watch her. “It’s fine,” she replies. I know it’s not fine, but at least she got the apology.

The waiters bring in our food, and my aunts interrogate us about our relationship. I let Willow answer; she is playing with the ends of her hair as I smile at her. She’s a fucking great actress.

No one would know just how pissed off she is at me with the way she’s waxing lyrical about me and leaning into me. I take full advantage of it…feeding her from my plate… cleaning a stain from the corner of her lips with my thumb. I shouldn’t have done that; by the time dinner is over, my cock is fully hard, and I shift in my seat.

“Care to join us for a repast?” Zane asks, watching Willow with a glint in his eye.

“No.” I growl, glaring at him. “Thanks for dinner, but we’re going to turn in now.” I help Willow out of her seat and place my hand dangerously low on her back. My pinkie grazes the top of her ass as we walk out of the dining room.

When we get into the elevator, I crowd her into the corner with my palms flat on either side of her head. “W-what are you doing?” she asks, her eyes wide. I slowly lower my head, waiting for her to protest or push me back. She doesn’t, and I almost shout with triumph. She wants me too.

I’m out of control with lust. I want her - now. I graze my lips against hers, and she presses into me, her lips parting underneath mine. Her heady taste hits me as the moist heat of her tongue caresses mine. The edges of my vision fuzz out as one hand drops to her hips to lift her up. I press my hard length against her, and she moans throatily.

The elevator slides open with a loud ping, and she freezes in my arms. Fuck. I reluctantly break the kiss. Her pupils are blown, her lips rosy from the kiss. Her eyes narrow angrily at me…and fuck, she’s so sexy like that, I need her like the air I breathe.

I slowly back away from her when she pushes my chest, panting heavily. She scurries off the elevator. I drop my hands to my pants to adjust my fucking painful erection. My gaze drops to her ass as I follow her to our room. She uses her key card to open the door, and she rushes into the bedroom, the door slamming behind her. The lock engages, letting me know in no uncertain terms that we’re not continuing what we just started.

I walk to the library and pour a hefty portion of scotch, throwing it back in one gulp. Then I turn on my laptop. I facetime Malcolm like I’ve done every night since we got here to talk to my girls. After updating me about how much fun they had with their uncle, they ask to see Willow.

They talked with her last night, but I really don’t want to go get her now. I give a flimsy excuse that they thankfully accept and move on to other topics.

21

I’m in way over my head, Rachel. I think I’m in trouble ??‍??

Iroll over, stretching as I wake up. A quick glance at the empty, neat sheets next to me tells me that I slept alone. Then I remember locking the door last night. Damn, I only locked it so he won’t follow me here after that hot moment we shared in the elevator. Then after my shower, I thought I’d let him sweat a bit, but I must’ve dozed off.

I’m no longer furious with him for keeping his previous relationship with Brittany from me, but the throbbing hurt is still fresh. We’re literally nothing. Not even friends. I’m his daughters’ nanny and someone he’s paying to pretend to be his girlfriend for a week. How can I feel hurt that he chose to keep something that’s basically none of my business from me?

It would have been nice to know, so I wouldn’t have been blindsided by Brittany yesterday, but I understand why he chose not to tell me. There’s a whole lot about me he doesn’t know either. No matter how much I try to think logically, I can’t rationalize my feelings away. I need to take a step or two back. I can’t have feelings for him! And last night certainly didn’t help matters.

I get up from the bed and quickly make it before going to the bathroom. When I walk to the living area, the first thing I notice is the delicious smell. I can feel myself salivating as I see the pile of steaming pancakes on the dining table. There’s a smaller plate of bacon beside it.

Lucien, dressed casually in slacks that accentuate his ass and a soft white t-shirt, is standing in front of the small stove in the kitchenette, his legs spread as he fries some eggs. It should be illegal to look that good while cooking. He glances at me briefly, gracing me with a small smile before he turns back to what he’s doing.

“You can cook?” I ask in surprise as I walk closer to him.

“This is the only meal I can make without burning the whole building down,” he says, almost apologetically.

“Well, it smells heavenly.” He smiles again and turns off the stove. He dishes the eggs onto two plates and carries them to the table. “You didn’t have to cook, you know? We could’ve called room service,” I tell him as he generously pours syrup over a plate of pancakes and bacon, then pushes it to me.

“I know. But I wanted to apologize for yesterday.”

“No, don’t. You have nothing to apologize for, I–” His raised hands stop me from talking.

“Let me. I cajoled you into this arrangement. I should have told you everything you’d need to know for us to successfully pull it off, no matter how much I didn't want to talk about it.” He forks some pancakes into his mouth. “Hmm, this doesn’t taste half bad.”

I take a small bite, and my eyes open wide, as it practically melts in my mouth. “Are you kidding me? This is unreal! The consistency is lighter than air, and it’s so buttery and sweet, but not too sweet…” I trail off when I see him smiling at me. I roll my eyes. “You were leading me, weren’t you? You aren’t even a lawyer!”

“Sorry. Habit.” We continue eating our food in silence.

“Thanks for breakfast. I really enjoyed it,” I say as I clear my plate and take it to the sink.

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