All Chapters of The Fated Fake Marriage: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Yes. Oh my God!” The girls all chatter excitedly and practically run back to makeup to reapply their lip gloss.I didn’t see Cameron, and I’m feeling like I want to run out of here as fast as I can.“Vivienne,” Eliza calls me from the other room. “You’re needed in here, please?”I close my eyes as I try to mentally prepare myself. “Okay,” I call.I walk into the adjoining room to see the girls all in a group near the large, black double doors that go out into the Escape Lounge. They are laughing and jovial, like this is the most fun they have ever had in their lives.I suppose it would be if you weren’t so nervous that you felt like you were going to throw up.You can do this, but you need to get over yourself, Ashley.The double doors are soon opened, and the girls all breeze out into the lounge. I hear the men’s jovial chatter float through from the other room. I stand quietly at the back of the group.Eliza notices my trepidation and walks up to me. “You doing okay?”“I’m not sure

He walks me out to a room that has a large bar, and he glances through the glass door of the drink fridge. He frowns. “I wasn’t expecting company and haven’t got any good stuff chilled. Hang on a sec, I’ll go get some.”He takes off toward the kitchen and I follow him without thinking. Where is he going? He opens a door and disappears down a set of stairs. What the hell? A wine cellar? He has a fucking wine cellar? I frown as I follow him, and my eyes widen as I approach the bottom of the stairs.It’s a huge room lined with shelves creating aisles, and the walls and floors are sandstone. The air is crisp and cold down here. Wow. This is something else.He walks along the aisle looking for the wine he wants. “Champagne or wine?”I shake my head and his eyes rise to meet mine. “What?” he asks.“You have a wine cellar…” I frown, this is just ridiculous.“Yes.” He smirks. “I have a wine cellar.”I shake my head and blow out a breath.“What?” He frowns.“Where did you get all this money, C

With his eyes still burning a hole in mine, he takes his suit jacket off and then rips his tie to loosen it. My sex clenches in appreciation. I watch as he undoes the tie, slides it off, and then unbuttons his shirt.My heart starts to hammer at the first glimpse of his naked skin. His broad chest has a scattering of dark hair and his stomach is rippled with a distinct V that disappears into his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation. This is going to be so good. He kicks his shoes off then slowly unzips his suit pants and slides them down his legs. He’s wearing tight black Calvin Klein briefs; his hard cock is just peeking above the waistband.With his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs, revealing the biggest damn dick I have ever seen. His dark pubic hair is short and well kept.I have no words. Yes, I do.Holy fuck.My mouth goes dry. He’s so beautiful. He’s the perfect male specimen.I had remembered this about him. I remembered that he was hung like a horse, b

I don’t want to rain on my own parade, but I really do need go out there and tell him I have a son.“It’s no big deal,” I murmur to my reflection. But I know it is a big deal. Who am I kidding?Just go out there, say it and be done with it. The longer I leave it the harder it’s going to get, I remind myself.Maybe he won’t care and things will just be the same? But I have this annoying, nagging voice in my gut, warning me that he could be so disgusted, he’ll cut all ties with me immediately.The problem is that I’m not going to know how he’s going to handle it until I actually get it over with, and it scares the hell out of me that he will end it. I should have told him before I slept with him. I brush my fingers through my just-fucked, rat’s nest hair as I contemplate his reaction. It could be the best thing I ever do, or it could turn sour instantly. I blow out another deep breath. I guess I’m about to find out.“Just go out there and tell him,” I mouth to my reflection in the mirro

“Okay, boss.” I smile and, unable to help it, I step on the gas and do a burn out up the street. I glance at the rear view mirror to see the horror on his face, and I laugh to myself. Oh man… he’s so fun to antagonize.I pull the car into the shopping parking lot and dial Mom’s number. I’ve been waiting to make this call.Owen answers on the first ring. “Hi, Momma.”A broad smile crosses my face. “Hey, baby.” I laugh. “How’s my little man this morning?’“Good.”“Watcha doing?”“Baking cookies.”“Oh, what type?”He puts the phone down. “What type are they, Grandma?” he calls.“Chocolate chip,” I hear my mom say in the background.“What are you doing?” he asks.“I’m just…” I pause for a moment. “I’m cleaning the house. Are you being a good boy and helping Grandma?”“Yep. We’re going to the playground after lunch, too.”“Oh, that’s fun.” I smile and my heart breaks a little. I miss him.He starts talking to my mom as though forgetting he’s on the phone to me.“Owen?” I call.“Yeh?”“I’m