The Billionaire's Fake Date
The sexy one night stand I had last night is now my billionaire boss. He’s older and his chiseled body made for a night to remember. As a boss it’s a different story. A workaholic to the bone, he’s also a complete bosshole at work. One day he approaches me with a personal request. He needs me to be his fake girlfriend to get his mom off his case about settling down. I take the offer to help him out as his trusted employee. The problem is we can’t keep our hands off each other when we’re alone. His insatiable appetite for my body sends me over the edge. He’s sweet and warm when we’re pretending but cold and distant when we’re not. He doesn’t realize yet that I’m falling for him for real. I must find out if he will succumb to true love and claim me as his forever.
fake billionaire, damaged boy friend 18
Dimitri
He puffs his chest into the air and marches proudly down the sidewalk without another word. I don't let it bother me in the slightest, Izzy brushing her cheek into my chest until he's finally out of sight, but never out of mind.
"That was intense," she mutters, "What were you two talking about before I got here?"
"Nothing at all, Kitten. Come on, I have somewhere for us to go tonight. You still have that sexy little leather outfit, right?"
She blushes and nods, "Of course, but I thought you said I look better in my pencil skirt and blouse."
Opening the passenger door to my sports car, I catch a glimpse of her perfect curves as she slides into the seat, my mouth fighting the urge to salivate.
"Technically, Kitten, you look better in nothing, but the pencil skirt isn't bad."