All Chapters of The Fake Boyfriend Deal: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

“Ahh! Rolland!”She came.All over his leg like a fucking bitch in heat.Embarrassment flooded her. It happened so fast, she hadn’t been able to keep up. Oh my God, her mind chanted repeatedly. He hadn’t even touched her, for god’s sake and she climaxed all over him. She couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t speak. Her eyes were glued to his chest, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.“Damn,” He muttered. From the corner of her eye, she saw him dip a finger between her legs to touch her underwear. His finger came into view, wet and slimy, and he brought it to his lips, tasting her. After a moment, his green eyes snapped to hers so fast she couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to. To her utter mortification, he smiled. “You’re so fucking responsive, baby.”Don’t call me that, she wanted to scream. He stared at her for a long time before reaching out and gently brushing a lock of her damp hair out of her face. “Get off me, please.” She muttered, tearing her gaze from him. Her cheeks fel

Stephanie could only stare. He hadn't been lying. He not only told her family who he actually was but turns out, he's rich and popular too. Stephanie almost groaned. Just her luck. Why, oh why hadn't Grace found her someone who was normal and ordinary? Why had she gotten the one person she absolutely didn't want?What was going to happen when everyone found out they weren't going to get married? Her mother would freak. Her favorite aunt would hate her. Claire would be delighted.It was no wonder he'd declined payment. If he'd requested for money, she probably wouldn't have been able to afford him. The ring he'd bought her had probably left an inconspicuous dent in his bank account.Her mother smiled pleasantly, looking from him to Stephanie. “Then maybe you could paint me one day.”“I'd love to paint you, Grandma.” Olivia piped up with her mouth full. She called anyone she considered too old 'grandma' or 'grandpa', and you didn't even have to be related to the family.Laughter rippled

Suddenly, strong hands were lifting her up, one under her knees and the other at the back of her neck. Stephanie shrieked, snapping her eyes open. A second later she was on the bed, and Rolland was next to her on his stomach, really close, closer than was necessary. His eyes were shut, and if she hadn't been sure there were only two of them in the room, she'd have thought someone else had lifted her, judging by how still he was.A smile stretched her lips and a warm feeling spread through her. His eyelid fluttered, the only evidence that he was awake. His eyelashes were thick and long, and Stephanie blushed red when the thought of something else that was thick and long filled her mind. She'd felt it earlier when they'd been kissing, and had even touch it lightly. It felt thick, harder than she thought was possible. She wanted to see it up front, wanted to caress the skin in her hands.Stephanie whined on the inside, pressing three fingers to her forehead. Here she was again fantasizin

“You're up early.”Stephanie looked up to see her mother stroll into the dining room. The woman was still young, at a strong forty-eight, and sometimes she didn't look sick. But Stephanie had learned a long time ago not to judge a book by its cover. It'd been only a month ago when her mom had told her she'd been diagnosed with liver cancer. The news had been painful to hear. Ever since then, everyone tended to walk on eggshells around her. Though Heather always got upset whenever she noticed it. “Good morning, Mom. Couldn't sleep much.” She got on her feet to kiss the woman's cheeks. Stephanie wasn't surprised that sleep had deserted her. After the words Rolland had thrown at her, she hadn't been able to close her eyes for more than ten minutes. As a result, she'd spent the rest of the night battling between wanting him to make good on his promise and convincing herself that it was wise to stay away from him. He'd said he was crazy about her. Had he been playing the role then? He di