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Lustful Desires with my fake fiancé
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Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. Lustful Desires with my fake fiancé
Olivia “Christ.” Liam holds my waist with steady arms as we barely make it into my living room. His lips are all over my body. Fingers dangerously edging closer to my core. My gown is halfway across my legs and almost bunched up around my waist. I help him out of his jacket, needing to feel his bare skin. I've thought about this moment again more than a few times. His lips driving me crazy as we move further into the room. I wince in pain when my leg hits my sofa. Dammit. We're both of breath when we break the kiss. Stupid furniture. He looks like he is trying to fight something internally. "Olivia," he breathes. The sound he makes as my name falls from his lips causes aches in every part of me. “This…your rules,” he whispers. His voice husky and drenched in lust. I stare at the bulge in his pants. Only a tip gap between us. My fingers trail down his waist to feel his erection. "Fuck," he groans. “Damn the rules. I want you,” I whisper. His grey eyes glimmer with passion as
Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. Are you ready.
The gravel crunches under Leonard's BMW as we pull into my father's circular driveway. My palms are slick with sweat despite the air conditioning, and I find myself smoothing my dress for the hundredth time. I slowly exhale, keeping my eyes forward. The familiar sight of the Georgian colonial house with its perfectly manicured hedges and imposing stone columns makes my stomach clench."Breathe, daisy," Leonard says, his hand finding mine across the console. His touch is warm and steady. A stark contrast to my trembling fingers. "It's going to be fine."I want to believe him, but he doesn't know my father the way I do. Fernandez Murray doesn't approve of anyone easily. And he certainly won't approve of my whirlwind engagement to a man he's never met. Or even knows. My father's sudden business trip was our excuse to avoid the dinner he requested the first time. It gave Liam and I more time to prepare. But I still don't feel quite ready. The diamond on my finger feels heavy as lead.
Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. The Delicate Dance of Deception
The morning sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, casting long shadows across the pristine marble floor. I stand at the window, coffee cup in hand, watching the city below come to life while my mind churns over the conversation I need to have with Olivia. Our hastily constructed plan from two nights ago suddenly feels reckless. I catch myself making the wrong decisions with her around. She has no idea how much she gets to me. It could be those eyes of hers and lips that taste like heaven. It has become even harder to keep my hands off her. I keep reminding myself what this really is. While my loyalty lies with the agency, I can't bring myself to opt out of the deal with Olivia. 1She needs my help. That's what I tell myself knowing too well the truth. I'm hoping Olivia shows up at my apartment any minute from now. I knew I had to make up for last night so I invited her over to have a better conversation about our arrangements. I barely slept
Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. He isn’t mine.
Chapter 11: He isn't Mine The question hangs in the air for a long heartbeat. My eyes dart to the scarf I came back for then back at Liam's. There's something in his eyes. Soft. Cunning. His gaze dangerous with the charm he had on at the gala. He meets my gaze steadily with a smile like he just remembered something. He looks hot in his casual sweatpants and shirt that hugs his arm muscles. "Work call," he says casually. "You know how clients can be about timing."“Oh-” Growing up in the Murray line of business has always had me on the edge. Not trusting anyone so easily. “Sorry to interrupt. I just came back for my scarf.” I point to the soft black material lying on his brown sofa. “Don't apologize, daisy. It's alright.” Liam has an infectious smile as he hands me my scarf. The tiny contact our fingers leaves a tingle on my skin. My throat feels dry suddenly. “See you tomorrow, princess.”I nod in response instead, leaving immediately. My heartbeat picks up as I settle in my
Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. The Engagement.
LeoThe sharp buzz of my phone cuts through the afternoon silence like a blade. I glance at the screen, and my stomach drops when I see Olivia's name flashing urgently. The text is brief but loaded with desperation.Olivia: Need to see you. Now! I stare at the message for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. My mind races with thoughts as I delete and retype a couple of times. Can you come over? I type back, regretting it almost immediately. Three dots appear on my screen before I realize how bad the situation is. Olivia: I'm on my way.“Shit,” I breathe, standing to my feet. Then immediately spring into action. I move with practiced efficiency, muscle memory from years of training kicking in. The encrypted laptop disappears into the hidden compartment behind my bookshelf, sliding seamlessly into place with a soft click. The communication devices go into the false bottom of my desk drawer; the one that looks like solid wood.My hands work with speed as my mind race
Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. Father's Business Pressure
Olivia I know better than this. I know better than to let my pulse quicken when Liam walks me to the car, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind outside. I know better than to notice how his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at me. And I definitely know better than to feel this flutter in my chest from the kiss.It had been two days since the charity gala and yet, I could not get myself to stop thinking of the night. The kiss. It wasn't our first kiss. Or the first time he held him. But I felt every jolt with his skin pressed to mine. My fingers instinctively touch my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut and force them open, shaking my head aggressively. “No…no.” I slide off my bed to go to the bathroom. The cold water calms my nerves as I splash it on my face. His words replay in my head. What was I thinking, letting my emotions get the better part of me? My stomach clenches in disgust. I feel so stupid to even get jealous over a man that I barely know–isn't mine. I
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