Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Fated Fake Marriage: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

“Stop being a baby.” I rinse my hair. “You don’t need me to hold your hand.”“You know, most women get excited when their boyfriend tries to take them away.”“I am excited. I’m just too busy.” I reply.He rolls his eyes and continues shaving in silence. “Your job is starting to piss me off,” he mutters. “How can you be too tired to come away for a weekend? It’s ridiculous.”I raise my eyebrows. “Excuse me?”His jaw ticks in anger and he glares at me.“Don’t start pulling that crap, Cameron. I don’t have three secretaries and ten interns running around after me at work all day. I’m one of the fucking runners! I don’t stop from daylight till dusk. I’ll go away when I want to go away.” I get out of the shower and walk into the bedroom, wrapping the towel around my head. “Stop trying to tell me what to fucking do all the time.”Spoiled brat.He continues shaving and I get dressed in a hurry before I make my way downstairs.“What do you want for breakfast, Owen?” I call.“Fruit Loops.”“Yo

It’s 9:00 p.m. and Cam isn’t home from work yet. His secretary called me at 4:30 p.m. to let me know that he was held up in surgery. That’s code for something is not going to plan. We stay at Cam’s house three nights a week and then my house three nights so that Jenna can still care for Owen in the mornings and afternoons. Cameron would prefer to stay here all the time and get the nanny to work extra, but I feel that it’s important for Owen to still spend as much time with Jenna as possible. Apart from me, she is the only other stable person who has been in his life since birth.I’ve already retrieved Cameron’s favorite red wine from the cellar in preparation for his bad day.I didn’t see Cam all day after he roasted Seb in his office, and I’ve just tucked Owen into bed. He’s not happy that Dad’s not home before bedtime. It seems surreal that just six months ago he never even knew who his father was.I hear the automatic gates open and I smile and fill our heavy crystal glasses with t

I smirk as I watch Cam dart around like a madman. Owen and I are lying on the queen bed, being completely lazy and unmotivated while Cameron is trying to organize us before he leaves for his stag night. It’s 4:00 on Saturday afternoon, and we’re in our luxury suite in Vegas. He’s just about to go.“Don’t forget your blankie,” he mutters almost to himself as he packs it in the bag.He power-walks into the other room and then reappears, scratching his head. He mutters to himself and disappears again.“Daddy’s going cuckoo,” I whisper as I snuggle into Owen.Owen nods and continues to watch his shows.“What time are you going out tonight?” Cam asks me as he appears again.I shrug. “Don’t know.”“Well, what are the plans?” He frowns.I shrug again. “I don’t know. There are no plans.”“No plans?” he repeats. “I thought you had plans.” He walks over and checks the charge on Owen’s iPad, plugging it in while he plays it. “What time did you say you would leave?”“Oh, I don’t care, we might ju

“I am now that you’re here.”I snake my hand around to her behind. “You’re a terrible liar. I heard you laughing from the lobby.”She wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles into my chest, and I widen my eyes at Natasha.Natasha giggles and bites her bottom lip, sensing she’s in trouble.“Oh, Ash. Come and show me this drink you’re having.” Adrian distracts her as he holds up the cocktail menu.I quickly walk over to Natasha and Jenna. “A word in private, you two,” I whisper.“Yes?” Natasha exclaims, too loud.“Ssh!” I snap.“I’m going to the bathroom,” Jenna calls.“Oh, me, too,” Tash whispers guiltily.Joshua chuckles and I roll my eyes. They’re about as subtle as a Mack truck.We walk around the corner, behind the potted plants, and I grab Natasha to stabilize her on her high heels. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper. “Ashley’s drunk.”Natasha’s eyes widen in an over exaggerated way. “She is? We only had four drinks, though.”I glare at her. “And so are you!”She totters on

I bring my legs up as I try to deal with the sensory overload. “Open your fucking legs!” he growls as he slams them back against the mattress.One more deep lick, and my whole body convulses forward as an orgasm rips through me. Before I can react, he has my legs lifted over his shoulders and he slams into me.“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers in my ear.He kisses me, and I can taste my own salty arousal on his lips, feel it in his stubble and, holy fuck, this man is off the charts.Then he’s riding me hard. Deep, punishing hits. All I can do is cling to him as his body takes what it needs from mine. Perspiration dusts his skin and his hair falls over his forehead as he concentrates.He widens his knees to give himself better control and really lets me have it.Ah, shit, the door. I glance over at it again. “The door, Cam,” I whisper.“Shut up and fuck me,” he growls. He turns his head to kiss my ankle and the sight of him tenderly caressing my foot as his cock near rips me in half is a senso