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“You look perfect, but...” He tilted his head and looked at my thighs. “As much as I love having my cum slide out of your pussy, it won’t look appropriate in front of my sister and her boyfriend.”
I blushed furiously and pinched his arm. “You didn’t have to word it that way, asshole.”
I ignored his burning stare when I walked into the closest washroom and cleaned up. And it was a lot. My cheeks were flaming by the time I was done, and I had to take deep breaths to calm myself.
I didn’t think Damon would be so rough and say those filthy things. I wasn’t sure if he meant them, but I knew he’d never share me with others without my consent. But the fantasy of him not caring about it and letting others use me for his pleasure made my stomach flutter.
There was definitely something wrong with me.
I prepared myself before entering Damon’s office, and as soon as I did, I wished I could turn back and walk out. The air was tense and heavy. Emma and Cillian were on one couch while Damon sat across from them showing no emotion on his face. He didn’t even look like he had sex minutes ago.
“Hi, Emma!” I beamed, forcing a sincere smile. “Hi, Cillian.”
The dark-haired man gave me a nod before moving his eyes to Damon, and they did their silent eye-staring macho contest. Emma, on the other hand, stared at me with her cold blue eyes.
“Hello, Summer,” she started, her voice soft and sharp when I made my way towards them. “Imagine my surprise when I found out that you are dating my brother from a tabloid.”
“Haha, that sounds very shocking,” I said, sitting beside Damon on the couch. “How come you both are here?”
Cillian, as usual, didn’t reply. He was a man of few words. Emma narrowed her eyes at me and said, “I was going to surprise you, but you both managed to surprise me instead.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I couldn’t tell her I needed the financial aid or that her brother’s dick was fucking fabulous.
“It’s not real, Em,” Damon said, saving me.
I nodded. “It’s just for PR.”
“PR?” she asked, looking between us. “So, it’s a fake relationship?”
“Yes.” Damon and I said in unison.
Cillian eyed us both, making me look anywhere but at him. He was wearing a tight tee shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles.
“I know it sounds crazy, and your brother would be the last person I’d date—”
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” Damon interrupted.
I glared at him and continued, “But he needed a famous ambassador for Moore, and I needed someone with a relatively good image to clean up my image.”
“So, what? Is this a contract-based relationship?”
“Yes,” Damon replied.
I rolled my eyes and said, “I thought I was having a stroke because we agreed on something.”
Emma stayed silent and looked at Cillian, squeezing his hand. “What do you think?”
He looked at her, and even though a stranger would think he was scowling, he was not. I had seen them together for years, and not once had Cillian ever scowled at her. He looked like a big puppy whenever Emma was around. They were so in love and adorable and so gross I wished I could barf.
“I think they are adults, and we should let them do whatever they want, Doll,” Cillian said, eyeing us suspiciously. It would be hard to lie to someone who was an ex military veteran.
But I was also an actress.
“The thing is…” I trailed off and looked at Damon. “Should I tell them?”
He looked confused but nodded. I smiled and said, “Garrett bumped into me.”
Emma’s face changed in an instant, and she looked furious. “What the fuck did that asshole do?”
