Chapter four

Rolland knew the gears in her head were running. 

When Grace had said she needed a favor, he definitely hadn’t thought it’d be to act as the fiancé of her best friend. He wished desperately he was anywhere but here, but he owed Grace a lot. His cousin had gotten him out of a lot of shit with women he’d recklessly gotten involved with. He didn’t know how but she knew how to get rid of people. It was a frightening thought, but he knew he could always count on her to keep a crazy ex away.

It was the first time she’d asked him for anything, and he figured it was too small a price to pay in return. The woman he was supposed to be helping, Stephanie, wasn’t what he’d expected. She was beautiful and sultry, with an ass he wouldn’t mind having in his bed, bare and inviting. He hoped to God she hadn’t noticed him staring at her ass while they were in the queue. 

Grace had mentioned her boyfriend had cheated on her with her sister. Sheesh, the man must’ve been either blind or crazy. Rolland didn’t know what her sister looked like but if it was anything close to Stephanie, then he would be really jealous. 

“You’re thinking too much. If you let yourself go, who knows, you could actually have some fun this week.” He said. He hadn’t lied when he said it was a favorite pastime. At least, not technically. It was a relief to be away from the studio for a while, and he got to play the role of being the fiancé of the sexist woman he’d seen in a while. What more could a man ask for?

“Fun?” She started at him at though he suddenly grew pink horns. “There is nothing fun about any of this. We’re going to be in my home, trying to convince my family that we’re hopelessly in love and getting married. My mother’s health is at stake here if things don’t go as planned.”

A light bulb went off in his head. He dipped a hand into his jean pocket and brought out the little box he’d hurriedly purchased before he’d boarded the last plane.

Stephanie’s eyes were curious. “Is that what I think it is?”

He hummed, holding out his hand. It was all funny, he thought as she placed her small one in his much larger one. When he’d imagined himself proposing to a woman, he never pictured it to be a façade or in a plane. To put things plainly, he’d never pictured himself asking anyone to marry him simply because he didn’t want to get married. His parents’ marriage had been a complete disaster, and he’d sworn the entire activity off his life. Besides, why get married and be stuck with one person for the rest of his life when he could have as many women as he wanted?

There was nothing he enjoyed more than being nestled in the wet heat between a woman’s legs. Listening to the soft purr of her throat or experiencing the painful yet exhilarating scratch of her nails down his back as he drove her to complete surcease, those were the moments he looked forward to. 

“Stephanie, will you marry me?” He was aware of his teasing tone. She didn’t seem to like it very much, judging by the disapproving look on her face. Rolland decided he liked teasing her. She waited for him to slip onto the right finger, then snatched her hand back sharply. He couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth.

This was going to be fun, and he was eagerly looking forward to it.