Just a Sham (Billionaire Secrets #2), page 1
JUST A SHAM
A BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER, FAKE MARRIAGE ROMANCE
AJME WILLIAMS
CONTENTS
Also by Ajme Williams
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Twin Secrets (Excerpt)
A Note from the Author
About the Author
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DESCRIPTION
When fake vows turn into real feelings, there’ll be hell to pay.
Ethan went from being a perfect stranger… to my boss… to my fake husband… and then…
My baby daddy.
Let me backup just a little.
All I asked for was a job, not one-hundred thousand dollars in exchange for being his fake wife for six months.
Of course, I couldn’t resist the offer.
One-hundred thousand had a nice ring to it.
But heartbreak… didn’t.
Not that I thought it would ever lead to a heartbreak.
Despite the way Ethan made my pulse quicken.
I would go numb every time he touched me and pulled me close.
But then reality would hit me right in the head.
It was all fake.
The vows. The future. Everything.
He would divorce me right after getting control of his company.
Unless…
He found out that he was not only my fake husband but also my real baby daddy!
PROLOGUE
Lucy
My life had gone from hard, to surreal, to uncertain. When my best friend, Kate, told me about a graphic design job at the company her brother worked at, I never expected to get the job, much less be given an unbelievable opportunity that would allow me to fulfill my dream of making a living on my art.
Not long after I started working for the devastatingly handsome Ethan Wheatly, he proposed marriage to me. Not for love. No, he needed a wife to make his grandfather happy so he could take over the Wheatly family business. The plan was ridiculous, but I couldn’t turn down one-hundred thousand dollars when all I had to do was marry Ethan for six months. How hard could that be?
As it turned out, once we had sex, the arrangement became complicated. First, no one but his grandfather knew about us. Kate, my friend and Ethan’s sister, didn’t know, and I was pretty certain she wouldn’t like the secret we were keeping from her.
The CEO and staff of MacLeod Capital Investment didn’t know because relationships between colleagues were a no-no. But the biggest reason that my fake marriage was complicated was because I’d fallen for my husband. It was the absolute worst thing that could happen.
I couldn’t regret my decision to help Ethan even as I knew now it would end in heartbreak. Going to Cairo with him was like living a dream. The city was historic, exotic, beautiful. And despite our best efforts, we filled our nights with the most spectacular sex. Every woman should experience sex like that at least once in her life. Lucky me, I’d had weeks of it.
But now I was back in Los Angeles, while Ethan remained in Cairo to complete the business deal to impress his grandfather. Walking into my office this morning was like having cold water dumped on me. Now I was back to reality. Yes, Ethan and I were technically married, but I’d pretty much fulfilled my part of the agreement.
There was no reason to continue pretending. But good God, was it hard. I missed him. I missed watching him work. I missed kissing him, touching him. I missed waking up next to him. I missed being his wife.
I told myself it was a good thing that I came home now while he stayed behind. It would be harder to get over him if I had to see him at work every day.
My phone beeped, pulling me from my thoughts and reminding me I was supposed to be working, not ruminating about my situation with Ethan.
I picked up the phone. A video call from Ethan. My heart picked up the pace, even as I told it to settle down.
I poked the answer key. His handsome face came on the screen. His smile lit my insides up. Once I got past his smile, I realized he was shirtless, sitting against the headboard of his room. A room I’d slept with him in not so long ago.
“What are you doing in bed?”
“It’s nighttime here. Nearly eight. I figured I’d catch you before you left for lunch.”
Nighttime. My body ached to join him in bed.
“Why are you calling?”
“Since when does a man need a reason to call his wife?”
My heart desperately wanted to believe he referred to me as wife in every sense of the word, but my mind knew better.
“No reason.”
“I missed you. The moon is amazing, Lucy. The air is warm and fragrant. It made me think of our first night here. Remember on the balcony?”
How could I forget? We’d kissed and ultimately made love. Although I had no illusions that for him, it was just sex.
Ethan was a good and kind man, who didn’t realize that his words were sweet, and made my heart believe something that wasn’t true. He liked to be light, to tease.
“Hmm…no, I don’t remember that.” I teased him back.
“Really? Huh…well…it started with a kiss. Does that jog your memory?”
I pulled my brows together in thought. “No. You and I kissed?”
He flashed a grin. “Oh yeah. And not just on the lips. Don’t you remember how I opened your robe and kissed down your body until I reached your pussy?”
I shifted in my chair as wet heat shot straight to my center. “It doesn’t ring a bell.”
“I licked your sweet, wet pussy until you begged me to make you come. Perhaps you came so hard it caused amnesia.”
That certainly was a possibility because I had come hard. “Then what happened?” I had an urge to touch myself as we talked, but I was at work. Plus, I’d never touched myself in front of a man before.
“I took you inside to fuck your brains out, but you took over. You sucked my cock, and he’s never been the same since.”
I laughed. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It was so fucking good. What I’d do to have your mouth on me again.” His finger reached out, touching his screen. He must have been tracing my lips. “I’m hard as a rock.”
“I’m sorry I can’t be there to help you with that.”
His dark eyes flashed with erotic heat.
I tried to hold back a moan. “Yes.”
“You know what would help me?”
“What?”
“Show me your tits.”
I glanced at my door. “I’m at work, Ethan.”
“So?”
I should have said no, but I was hot and aroused, and while our marriage didn’t mean anything to him, it did to me, and I wasn’t ready to let go.
“Hold on.” I set my phone down and then went to lock my door. The last thing I needed was someone to walk in while I was exposing myself to my boss, who just happened to be my secret husband.
I set my phone on the cell phone stand on my desk, tilting it so he could see me. I unbuttoned my green blouse. Underneath, I wore a brightly colored floral bra.
“You’re always so prim and proper at work, but underneath, you’re sexy.” His words bolstered my courage. I pulled my shirt open.
“I see your bra, Lucy. I want to see your tits.”
I pulled a cup down, the soft fabric chafing my sensitive nipple, making my breath hitch.
“Aw fuck…Your nipples are hard as rock. What I’d give to suck them. Would you like that, Lucy? Do you like it when I suck your tits?”
“Yes. Do I get to see proof of your arousal?”
“I don’t think it will fit on the screen. It’s pretty big.”
I laughed. “Show me the tip, then.”
His phone moved and saw that he wasn’t just without his shirt, he was without clothes. His cock was indeed hard. A bead of pre-cum sat on the tip.
“Too bad I’m not there to lick the wetness off your dick.”
He groaned. “It’s a fucking tragedy.” He stroked himself once and then adjusted the phone back to his face. “Your turn. Show me your pussy.”
This was crazy.
“Come on Lucy. Is it wet?”
“Yes.”
“I want to see it.”
I wasn’t sure how to make that possible. I rose from my chair and pulled my skirt up.
“Pull your panties down.”
I hoped no one knocked on my door. I tugged the waistband of my panties down.
“God, how I want to eat you.”
I pulled my panties back up and sat down. “I don’t know why you’re torturing us both.”
“Are you feeling tortured?”
“I’m aroused and you’re thousands of miles away.”
His eyes narrowed and in them I saw a sexual devil. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
“Ethan.”
“Go on. Slide your fingers through your pussy. Close your eyes and pretend it’s my tongue.”
My pussy burned with need. I slid my fingers under my panties and into the slickness of my pussy. I moaned.
“That’s right. My tongue is licking you up, Lucy. Now it’s on your clit, making it throb with need.”
I rubbed my hard clit. “Oh, God.”
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lucy. Let go. Just feel. Feel how much I love to taste you. My tongue is inside you now. Licking your pussy walls. Your pussy is contracting and squeezing my tongue.”
My hips rocked as my finger dipped inside me.
“I want you to come, Lucy. Come and fill my mouth with your sweet pussy juice.”
I was panting. My pussy was hot, coiled tight, on the edge of breaking apart.
“Pinch your tit while you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
I did as he asked. The combo sensations from my breast and my pussy shot me heavenward.
“OH!” I cried out even as I tried to stay quiet. I continued to rub my clit and pinch my nipple until all orgasmic sensation subsided.
“Fuck…I nearly came from just watching you.”
Once the orgasmic high was gone, embarrassment rose.
He must have seen it on my face. “Oh no, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. It was beautiful. I’m going to have the sweetest dreams tonight.”
I watched him, desperately wanting to believe his words meant something more than just sexual gratification. I’d be a fool to continue this charade.
I was in love with my husband, but when he returned home, he’d serve me with divorce papers.
CHAPTER ONE
Ethan – Two Months Earlier
I didn’t think I was a snob, but I didn’t much like eating at the greasy-spoons or food carts my sister Kate always chose when we had lunch together. She’d walked away from our grandfather and her trust, so her funds were limited. But mine weren’t. I was happy to spend on a nicer restaurant, and even toss some money her way when things were tight.
However, I also indulged her. She’d had a tougher time of it when our parents died and we went to live with our grandfather. I suppose I was trying to make that up to her, which was why I sat at a picnic table in a park as she bought our lunch at the nearby parked food truck. She returned carrying two paper containers with hotdogs dripping with chili.
“Bon appetit.” She handed me one of the dogs.
“How am I supposed to eat this?” I held the meal away from my body.
She laughed. “I should have asked for a bib. Heaven forbid you get chili on your zillion-dollar suit.” She took a bite, her eyes lighting up in humor at me.
Being around my sister always made me feel old even though I was only twenty-eight and she was twenty-six. She was always relaxed and could find humor in just about anything, whereas I was the opposite, not because I was stuffy, but because I was singularly focused on being the grandchild that took over our grandfather’s business.
If I could do that, I could probably bring Kate back into the family fold. I couldn’t blame her for walking away. Our grandfather lacked any sort of parental compassion, and being a misogynist, he wasn’t supportive of anything she wanted to do outside of making the Wheatly name look good by being quiet and pretty.
“Do you eat like this all the time?” I leaned forward and took a bite of the chili dog. It wasn’t bad, but I still wasn’t sure it wouldn’t burn a hole in my stomach.
“What do you mean? It’s great food. Better than that bland gourmet crap we had to eat growing up at grandfather’s house.”
I couldn’t agree with that. “There is a middle ground that doesn’t involve risking getting hepatitis.”
Her eyes rolled at me over her cup as she sipped her soda. “The trucks are regulated just like restaurants are, Mr. Snob.”
Not wanting to talk more about her dietary habits, I asked, “How’s the job?” Of all the things I hated about Kate’s leaving the family was how she missed the opportunity for an education and a career. She was smart and great with people. There was so much she could have done and instead she worked at a dive bar near the beach. I suspect she chose the job because she knew it would annoy our grandfather.
“It’s never boring.”
“But do you love it? Can you live the life you want to live?” I worried she’d end up stuck in the job. It was one thing to be twenty-six years old working in a bar, but what would happen to her when she was thirty-six or forty-six? I don’t think she had health care or retirement.
