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"Hey. Where are you? I’ve tried to call you all day."
"I finally got Talia to agree to be my fiancée. So, I took her to the coast, up to Maine. You know that little vacation house we have?"
He huffs a laugh. "Yeah, I know the mansion you mean. That’s good news on the Talia front. I’m glad that our little stunt worked."
I pace at the window, looking out into the darkness. "Yeah. Thank you for hiring people to break into the bookstore for me and to show up at the restaurant that Talia works at to make a scene. I wasn’t sure that it would work, but it obviously did the trick."
Tristen laughs. "It just so happened that I had a construction job going on with workers nearby. I just paid a couple of them to fuck up the bookstore. And the other part, finding people on TaskRabbit who were willing to play along with my plan… that was easy and cheap."
"Well, I will pay you via a bank draft on Monday. I really do appreciate you helping to coordinate the job. All Talia needed was a little push. I knew that she was already really worried about her Aunt Minnie. But thinking about hiring people to show up at her restaurant and cause a scene? That was something that I really couldn’t have thought of on my own."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I’m not sure that I really approve of the way that you got Talia to agree to your proposal. But I am a creative bastard, if nothing else."
"Listen, it wasn’t my greatest moment either. But I’ll do whatever I need to do in order to win the company and inherit Remy’s billions."
"Hey, I’m not here to judge. I’m just here to provide material support where I can. What are best friends for?"
"All right, I will see you soon. I am going to have this wedding within the month, so I will see you there if not sooner."
"That sounds like a good plan. I’ll see you then."
I disconnect the call, a smirk rising to my lips. Sure, I might have pushed some invisible boundaries when I tricked my bride-to-be into saying yes to my proposal. But as they say, all is fair in love and war. In this case, it’s fake love and an inheritance battle, but it’s the same idea.
I go back to work for another hour, scanning pricing lists of the equipment that we would potentially need for drilling off the coast of Maine.
Around midnight, my head begins to throb dully. So, I tidy up my workspace and head upstairs to find a place to crash.
I make quite a bit of noise on the dark stairs, and when I emerge into the near pitch-black hallway, I open the first door that I find. It’s a bedroom, but there is no one inside. I frown, pausing for a second.
I want to sleep, and I have never been great at sleeping with another person. But this weekend is all about getting comfortable with Talia. So I need to find her bedroom. It’s not really what I want, but if we are going to convince everyone that our relationship is real, we need to at least be able to sleep in the same bed.
Besides, I can already envision how pissed Talia is going to be when I lumber into her room and start stripping.
I close the door with a smirk. It takes me a little bit of searching to find her in bed, dead asleep.
I open the bedroom door wide, noticing that she has chosen the room that is brilliantly illuminated by the glowing orb of the moon. It causes a bright square of moonlight to be thrown across the floor and odd shadows to leap up around it. The bed is quite large, and it is dressed in a dark blue comforter and white sheets. On either side of the bed, are two old bedside tables, made from the same pine wood as the walls and the floor. I creep forward, the floor creaking beneath my feet.
Talia is huddled beneath the comforter, her pillow clutched under her head, her mouth turned down. For a second, I think that she is frowning and might be awake. But when I take a couple more steps forward, she turns onto her back, her hand curling around her face, her copper hair spilling out across her pillow.
She’s not awake—not even close.
I remove my jacket and toss it on a wooden-backed chair. My shoes and socks are next, tossed carelessly aside. I don’t bother unbuttoning my Oxford shirt. I pull it over my head and discard it on the floor.
I begin to unbuckle my belt with my eyes fixed on Talia’s sleeping form. As I unbutton my pants and pull them off, I’m already at half-mast just looking at her full lips.
Her tits and pussy are covered up with blankets. But though I can’t see them, I can easily imagine them. I can feel her nipples under my hands, and my cock stirs as I imagine her creamy pussy just before I bury myself in it to the hilt.
No, that’s not right. What I actually imagine is her looking me in the eyes and spreading her thighs while she touches her clit and moans. I imagine myself standing over her, stroking my cock as I guide her to orgasm using commands.
I smile and I start moving toward the bed. I rest one knee on top of the comforter, seeing how Talia will react. But she just shifts slightly, turning her head towards me without opening her eyes. My cock throbbing, I say her name.
"Talia." I lean in closer, inhaling a whiff of her flowery scent.
She begins to blink, gradually coming to consciousness. When she opens her eyes, it takes her about three seconds to realize that I am leaning down over the bed, fully nude. She jumps back, her eyes widening, her expression one of shock and a note of fear.
"Dare, what the hell are you doing?"
"What I should’ve done the first time I met you. I know that you have already slept with Burn, but you’re my goddamn fiancée. And I’m attracted to you. There are sparks between us every time we touch. Why are we resisting so hard?"
