All Chapters of Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

PRESTON“Preston, you have to wear the T-shirt.”I stare at my sister, questioning how much I actually love her for what she’s asking me to do. “Peyton,” I begin, saying her name nice and slow. She stares at me with the same wide eyes that used to get her anything she wanted out of me when she was a kid. “I’m not wearing a cheesy bachelor party shirt that says ‘I’m on a yacht before tying the knot.’”Peyton juts out her bottom lip and takes a step closer to me. She grabs my hands and takes them in hers. She’s close enough that I can see that she got sunburnt earlier today during the tennis matches. “It’s fun. Jackson and I didn’t want to do individual parties, so we combined our bachelor and bachelorette parties, but I didn’t want to miss out on the cute, corny T-shirts.”My eyes dart to the people around us. We’re waiting on a dock for the rest of the wedding party to arrive before starting the celebrations for tonight. I’m thrilled. “P, Mom and Dad chartered us a yacht for the night

PRESTON“Never did I think I’d hear the word penis that many times from your grandmother’s mouth in one night.” Emma laughs from the passenger seat of my car as she stares out the window.I pull into the driveway of Moore’s house, trying not to cringe at Emma’s comment. Hearing the word penis come from my Gram’s mouth once was enough for me to last a lifetime. Tonight, she felt the need to ask why there was nothing penis-shaped or why there weren’t strippers far too many times for my liking.“She really is something,” I say, trying to wipe the memories from my mind with a grimace.“I love her. She’s a national treasure that must be protected at all costs.”I laugh, wondering if Gram would love Emma calling her that or if she’d make a snide comment asking if Emma was calling her old. “Let’s change the subject from Gram’s disappointment on Peyton’s lack of a penis-themed bachelorette party.”“I’m sorry.” She laughs again, shaking her head as I put the car in park. “It’s just so funny. S

He lifts an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on his lips. “I remember it very well.”His response makes me smile and calms my nerves slightly. “Well, that night, I decided to make a video—while very tipsy— and tell my small number of followers at the time about coming to the Hamptons to figure my life out. I was honest, almost too honest, telling them how I wanted to make mistakes and learn this summer and find myself by the end of it. I guess it resonated with a lot of people in the same position as me because I woke up the next morning to a ton more followers and that video at millions of views. Instead of panicking about being in the limelight, I decided to try and embrace it. I’ve been filling them in on the week we’ve had together…leaving out the exact details, of course, to keep your family’s privacy.”My stomach is in knots awaiting his response. I should’ve told him sooner—I know that—but I also just didn’t know how to admit to this man that I’ve gone viral for being a complete me

“You will next year when I’m playing in it.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I should’ve said them or not. It isn’t the first time I’ve alluded to the fact I want her past this week. I’m waiting for her to call me out on it, for us to broach the subject of our arrangement again so I can tell her I don’t think what we previously decided on will work for me anymore.I can’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment when she seems to gloss right over my comment. “I think you need to make the official call that this will be your last year. Stop waffling on your decision and make it. Let anyone who tries to change your mind know that it’s useless. Be confident in your choice and stick to it.”“You make that sound so simple.”Her hands find either side of my face. I love the feeling of her fingers brushing through the overgrown locks of my hair. She looks at me with her bright blue eyes and her beaming smile, and it’s almost painful how happy I feel in this very moment. “It i

“Let me help,” I respond, my voice hoarse. Emotions are bubbling up inside me, and I don’t know how to process them. All I know is she means far more to me than I care to admit, and I refuse to believe our story ends after tonight.I lean in, licking the cotton candy from the corner of her mouth.Emma watches carefully, her eyes zoned in on me. The cotton candy melts on my tongue, making me want more. But not from the drink—from her mouth.“Eating cotton candy shouldn’t be so hot,” Emma comments, shoving another piece in her mouth.I laugh, not quite expecting the remark. “Trust me. I know.” Her tongue peeks out to lick the extra pieces from her lips. The sight reminds me of this morning when she flattened her tongue along the length of my cock before licking me from base to tip. I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of the memory before I pull her from her chair and lead us somewhere private so I can have her again.“Your sister’s one of the most beautiful brides I’ve ever seen,” Em