Fake Dating the Hollywood Billionaire

Sarra’s POVWhere was Elena?I asked myself as I looked around the estate that looked like it was out of a movie. There were fairy lights and palm trees, and champagne glasses with waiters in white jackets. This was a proper Malibu wedding reception.I tugged at the neckline of my dress, and patted down the sides of my hips. Paris had taught me how to be confident, but stepping back into my best friend, Elena Blackwell's world again made me feel like I was a teenager again, in highschool.The nerd with a book, ugly glasses and her hair always up in a bun.“Sarra!”Elena's voice brought me out of my thoughts. She sweet toward me in a pale pink satin gown that was custom made. Her blonde hair was up in a bun with curls falling down her face. She smelled expensive too, like Chanel.She hugged me lightly, careful not to smudge her makeup. “Look at you. Paris treated you well. You’re glowing.When you missed the church wedding, I almost thought you wouldn't come.”I smiled. “I would not mi

Sarra’s POV3hrs later…“Do you ever take anyone to places like this, or am I special?”The whiskey we'd just had just warmed its way into my blood, and I felt like I could say anything or do anything. We'd just had appetizers at this really private yet luxurious spot in Malibu, and now I was sitting in Ronan Vale's Lamborghini as it climbed into the Hollywood hills.Ronan shot me a sideways smile. “This is special sweetheart. I don't share my hideouts with just any one.” He drummed one hand on the steering wheel while the other was on his thigh.“Yeah right, you're probably lying. You men are all the same.” I said, pressing my forehead to the window and trying to push the image of Ethan and Elena out of my mind.Even though I'd chosen not to tell Elena the truth, it ate me up that she was happy with him. Tears stung my eyes again. “I should've thrown a drink in his face when I had the chance.”Ronan made a noise. “You’d have ruined his thousand-dollar tux. I would’ve paid to see that

Sarra’s POV“Do you always stare at women like this when they're trying to get dressed?” I muttered struggling with the zipper of my dress from last night.Behind me Ronan yawned. “I know you're sneaking out, I just can't prove it yet.”I turned around, my dress half zipped and my hair messy. I decided I'd arrange it in the cab. “This was a mistake.” I blurted out.He arched an eyebrow lying on the bed with his bare chest and his hair a wild mess from last night. I pulled my eyes away from his early morning hard dick, to his face. He looked… unfair. Arrogant, relaxed, beautiful in that careless way only men like him could manage.“Sweetheart you promised you wouldn't regret it. Besides, if this was a mistake then I'm begging for more mistakes.” He winked at me, and I imagined throwing a pillow at his smug face.I pulled my zipper all the way up, and grabbed my heels from the floor. “I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking straight.”“You were thinking just fine.” He swung his legs over the sid

Ronan’s POVEthan’s voice cracked through the room like a gunshot.“What the fuck is this?”Sarra stumbled back, her lips still flushed, her eyes wide. I didn’t move. I was still half between her and the counter, my hands clenched at my sides.“Ethan,” I said evenly, “you’re married. Maybe you should remember that before storming into bathrooms.”His face darkened. “Don’t start with me.” He jabbed a finger toward me. “You’re screwing my ex?”“Repeat that,” I said quietly.Ethan hesitated, then smirked. “You heard me.”I took one step forward. “Say it again.”He did. Louder this time. “You’re screwing my ex-girlfriend in my wife's parents’ house—”I swung before he finished. Sarra darted between us just in time. “Stop it!” My fist stopped an inch from Ethan’s face. I dropped it, but barely.“Move,” I said to her.“No.” She turned to Ethan, her voice shaking. “You don’t get to do this.”He blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”“You don’t get to walk in here and play the jealous ex whe

Sarra’s POVHis hand on my wrist made me feel butterflies in my belly. .“Ethan, let go,” I said quietly. I didnt want anyone to see us together, but he looked like he didn't care.“We need to talk.” he repeated. I tried to pull free, but his grip only tightened. “Please,” he said. “Just five minutes.”Something in his tone made me stop. I hated that it he still affected me this way. That a part of still held out for him. I folded my arms and tried to look tough. “You’ve got three.”He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have yelled last night.”“That’s what you came to say?”“And I shouldn’t have said those things about Ronan. Or about you.”I snorted. “Save it. I think that covers it.”He stepped closer. “Look, say the word and I'll get a divorce.”“What the hell is wrong with you?” I tried to walk past him, but he caught my arm again.“Sarra, listen to me. This marriage..” He stopped, swallowing. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”I eyed him. “What are you sayin