The Billionaire's Fake Fiancee, page 15
“Something like that.” I nodded and then because I couldn’t help myself I continued. “Why are you still entertaining me? I’ve been so rude to you. Why didn’t you just get up and leave? Or ask me to leave?”
“Maybe because I came here to enjoy a meal.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Shouldn’t it be you that left if you didn’t want to stay with me?”
“Why didn’t you ask me to leave then?”
“Because I find you amusing.”
“Oh?” I wasn’t sure how to take that. Amusing wasn’t a great adjective. I’d preferred him to say he found me beautiful or sexy. Like some sort of forbidden fruit that he knew he shouldn’t have, but needed to taste. Yeah, my mind was really running away with me.
“And maybe because I want to seduce you.” He said, his eyes staring into mine with such intensity that I couldn’t even swallow. Holy Shit! I shifted in my seat feeling more turned on than I had in years.
“You want to seduce me?” My voice sounded raspy. He really was direct, wasn’t he?
“Would you rather me say fuck?” He let the words drip off of his tongue and then he chuckled at my shocked expression. He continued before I could say anything in response. “I want to give you fifteen different reasons why being with an older man will rock your world in ways that will make you never look at a younger man again. I want to show you that age is only a bonus.”
“Oh my.” My eyes widened and I took a huge gulp of wine. This was like no date I’d ever been on before. This man was seducing me with his words. And his eyes were undressing me. If I was honest with myself, I’d never been this turned on in my life. Never! And he hadn’t even touched me yet. At that moment, he could have been twenty-five or fifty-five. It didn’t matter to me. This was the most arousing situation I’d ever been in. And his age had nothing to do with it.
“Oh my? Is that all you have to say?” He said in such a cocky way that immediately I thought to myself that he was a man that needed to be taught a lesson. “Oh my?” He seemed to be mocking me and I found myself leaning forward to respond to him.
“Well, I was a little bit surprised that you only had fifteen different reasons why being with an older man would rock my world. I’ve a feeling a thirty year old man could give me at least twenty.”
“Well then I guess you should go and find a thirty year old man to have a date with.” He picked up his tumbler nonchalantly and took another sip as if he wouldn’t be bothered at all if I left the table.
“Well then, maybe I should.” Suddenly feeling more disappointed than I should have been in the situation I decided to be a little crazy. Well, let’s be honest, I’m already a bit crazy. I decided to be a little bit crazier. “Unless you really want to show me why I’m wrong.” I almost whispered as I stared at him, not quite believing what I was saying.
“Unless I really want to show you why you’re wrong?” His eyes narrowed. “Proceed...”
“Well obviously Charlotte and Max think there’s something about the two of us that would connect. Unless of course, Charlotte just wanted to set me up with anyone because I haven’t gotten laid in what feels like years.” I paused as I talked without thinking about my words actually meant. Was I actually telling him that yes, maybe I would have sex with him? I couldn’t quite believe I was flirting with this man. “Not that I need to get laid of course. I’m an independent woman and all that.”
“And independent women can take care of themselves, right?”
“Exactly!” I exclaimed and then narrowed my eyes at him. “What does that mean?”
“What does what mean?” He looked at me with a confused expression but I could see the twinkle in his eyes. Was he making fun of me?
“You know.” I said feeling annoyed.
“And so do you...” He paused. “What was your name again?”
“You really forgot?” I stared at him. “I thought you were just pretending.”
“I wasn’t pretending. Does that make you upset?”
“No, I couldn’t care less.” I lied. I was pretty miffed that he hadn’t remembered. Was I not memorable? Or did he just not think I was hot? I mean I wasn’t a supermodel, but I was attractive. Men looked at me when I made an effort and dressed nicely and wore makeup.
“Sure you don’t.”
“What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him again and he looked amused.
“This is the reason why I don’t date younger women.” He gave me a look. “You have no idea what you want and you play so many games that you have no idea if you’re coming or going.”
“I don’t play games.” I glared at him indignantly.
“Sure you don’t, little miss muffet.” He looked at his watch. “As great as it has been—.”
“I can show you I don’t play games.” I leaned over and pulled an ice cube out of his glass and then put it between my lips and sucked on it as I imagined some sultry vamp would do in a porno movie. My lips were freezing and going numb, but I didn’t blanch, even though I had to admit I felt like a bit of a fool. I let the water from the ice drip onto my hand and then I took the ice cube out and licked the droplets off of my skin, my eyes never leaving his face. His eyes narrowed as I sat back up and then swallowed the rest of the ice cube, trying carefully not to chew it as my sensitive teeth were going crazy. The brain freeze that followed was worth it though when I saw his long and steady smile.
“Maybe I’m wrong then. Maybe you don’t play games. What do you say we get out of here?”
“Maybe.” I gulped. Could I really do this? My phone beeped at that moment and I looked down to see a text from my ex, Jack. I could feel my body growing warm as I saw his name on my screen. What the hell was he doing texting me again? He had contacted me twice in one day now and I hadn’t heard from him in over a year, before that. When he’d dumped me on our one year anniversary date dinner because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be in a committed relationship any longer, he’d said we should lose each others numbers. He’d said we shouldn’t see each other any longer if I didn’t want him to see other people. I’d promptly burst into tears, he’d looked apologetic, but said he still wanted to be with other people, I’d thrown my rum and coke into his face and then I’d gone home. We hadn’t communicated since then and a part of me had hoped that he would take a long walk off of a short cliff and that I’d see him on the news. Until today when he’d text me and asked me to meet up. Why was he texting me again now? Did he think I was going to meet up with him tonight? Did he think I was going to have sex with him? After how everything ended? He thought I’d be a booty call? I wanted to laugh in his face, but I knew that if I wanted to teach him a lesson, I couldn’t be rude just yet.
“Am I making you nervous?” The man across from me asked with a knowing grin and I shook my head slowly. Fuck you, Jack, I thought to myself as I dismissed his name and face from my mind. I wasn’t going to look at his text now or read it. I didn’t care what he had to say. Not at all.
“No, you’re not making me nervous. Why would you think you were making me nervous? Do I look like the sort of girl that could be nervous?” Stop babbling, Emily. You sound like an idiot.
“Do you want me to be honest?” His eyes bored into mine and he didn’t stop talking. “I think that you’re a young girl that knows absolutely nothing about life, you don’t know what you want and you’re sitting here trying to convince both of us that you’re not scared as fuck, as you flirt with me.” He paused for a second. “I don’t think you have the guts to go through with anything tonight. I don’t think you even know what a good fucking feels like.”
My jaw dropped at his use of the word fucking and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.”Is that what you really think?”
“You came on this blinddate because your friend made you, but I bet you’d rather be at home in bed eating pizza right now, wouldn’t you?” And then I felt his fingers on my legs under the table, running up to my thighs, pushing my skirt up. I swallowed hard as he shifted his chair closer to mine, his fingers still moving upwards. His eyes never left mine and I just sat there wondering what he was going to do next. “Mi Cara, what are you thinking?” He said softly, his fingers reaching my panties. I held my breath and gasped as I felt his fingers slipping inside the side of my panties. He rubbed me gently and I knew that he could feel that I was already wet as he rubbed my clit. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if anyone could tell what was going on. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this man so intimately touch me in public. I was so turned on that I was scared I would come within a minute, if he kept rubbing me.
“I can tell that you’re unsure.” He chuckled as he slipped a finger inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. “But you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“No.” I lied and then I felt my phone buzzing again. It was Jack. I rolled my eyes as I saw his name. Did he really think he could just worm his way back into my life.
“Prove it to me.” The man next to me said as he finally removed his fingers and pulled my dress down. I watched as he slipped a finger into his mouth and sucked. “Is this the only taste I’m going to have of you tonight, or are you ready to play some big girl games?”
I pushed my chair back, downed the rest of my wine quickly and stood up. “Let’s go.” I said looking down at him with a sexy smile and reckless abandon. “Let’s go back to your place and you can give me fifteen reasons why fucking you is better than fucking a younger man.” I licked my lips and batted my eyelashes at him. “Or are you not up for that, big boy?”
He jumped up out of his chair and threw some money on the table and grinned at me. “All I have to say is your place or mine?” He walked over to me and slid his arm around my waist.
“We can’t even remember each other's names...” I said giggling slightly as he led me out of the restaurant. “Is this a good idea?”
“Doesn’t that make it just that little bit more exciting?” He whispered into my ear as we headed to the front door. His hand slid down to my ass and gently squeezed my right butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and looked up at him.
“Maybe it does.” I said with a quick laugh and before I knew what was happening, he was signaling to a driver at the front and we were getting into the back of a yellow taxi.
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Excerpt from To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five
Dear World,
It has been 450 days since I’ve had sex. Not that I’m counting or anything. But let’s be real—450 days is a lot of days. That’s over a year. I’m dying here. I mean, I know I could just have sex, but I want to be wined and dined as well. I want to believe that the man actually has feelings for me, not like the time I slept with that guy from the gym: he finished, high-fived me, and then left to meet another girl for dinner. And to top it off, he was like, “That was fun, Susana, let’s do it again soon.”
My name is Magnolia, so we both know that while I smiled on the outside as I watched him leave, I was crying on the inside.
In other news, I have an interview tomorrow for a job that would allow me to write for a living instead of selling makeup at the mall (which, frankly, wasn’t fun). Fingers crossed that it goes well. I’m in need of a serious inflow of cash. My rent just went up $200 a month, and my savings are nearly at zero.
No cash, no job, and no sex doesn’t make for a happy Magnolia Allen. Not at all.
Until next time, y’all!
XOXO,
Magnolia
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To All the Residents of Bush Towers,
We would like to welcome our newest resident, Jagger Scott, to apartment five. He is relocating from New York City and will be moving in this weekend, so if you could ensure that all hallways are kept clear and try not to use the elevator too much, it would be appreciated.
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Thank you.
Bush Towers Management
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P.S. Please be informed that rent is due on the 1st of each month. You have a grace period until the 5th; after that, you will be charged a late fee.
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Hey Apartment Four,
Sorry about your plant got knocked over. My moving guys hit it by accident.
Your New Neighbor at Number Five,
Jagger
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To My New Neighbor at Number Five,
You knocked over my plant and left it knocked over. There is soil everywhere. Also, was it you or one of your guys that spilled your coffee on my doormat?
Your Neighbor at Number Four
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Hey Number Four,
Wasn’t there a book with that name? “I am Number Four,” or something? Was that you? Don’t know who spilled the coffee. I don’t drink caffeine. Maybe a different neighbor that dislikes you? I wasn’t sure what to do with the plant. Sorry about the soil. It looked a bit dry, so maybe you should worry about watering it first.
I’d like to make it up to you though, dude. Maybe we can go for a beer sometime?
Your Neighbor at Number Five,
Jagger
P. S. Do you have a name?
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To My New Neighbor at Number Five,
I don’t drink beer. Also, the plant you knocked over was a succulent. The soil doesn’t need much water. Are you sure you don’t drink coffee? There was an empty white cup outside my door this morning and it had the words “Blue Bottle Coffee” stamped on it.
Please stop leaving your trash outside my door or I will make an official complaint to management.
Your Neighbor at Number Four
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P.S. Yes, I do have a name.
P.P.S. I Am Number Four is the name of a book by Pittacus Lore. There was also a movie made starring Alex Pettyfer. I am neither the character in the book or the actor in the movie.
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Hey Number Four,
Are you sure that wasn’t your coffee cup and you’re just trying to blame it on me? Haha. Also, do you work the night shift or something? I knocked on your door last night to share some brewskies with you and no answer. I know you don’t drink beer, but I had whiskey as well.
I’ve never read the book, but an ex made me watch the movie. It was shit. Hence the reason she’s an ex. She had a banging body, but her taste in movies was like her taste in clothes.
What bars do you recommend around here? My bed is feeling cold and it’s not just because the City by the Bay seems to have made an enemy of the sun.
Your New Neighbor at Number Five,
Jagger
P.S. And your name might be…? What are you, a cop? So secretive.
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To My New Neighbor at Number Five,
I was out last night, but no need to return. I don’t want your beer or whiskey. I also don’t want your trash. Please do not leave it outside my door. There is a trash chute to the right of the elevator. I do not frequent bars so I cannot help you. Maybe you should get a giant doll to keep you warm.
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Your Neighbor at Number Four
P.S. I’m not a cop, but I see no reason to share my name with you as you’re someone I wish to avoid.
P.P.S. And in case you’re wondering, I wish to avoid you because you’re rude. Or rather, I should say, RUDE!
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Hey Number Four,
It’s a good thing you didn’t live in apartment two or I’d have to call you Number Two. Ha! I hope you’re down for a little bathroom humor. But what guy isn’t? Am I right?
I spoke to the girl in apartment one and she told me your name is Allen. I think she might have the hots for you. She was pretending like she knew nothing about you, but I think she wants to bang you. Women always pretend they know nothing when they really know everything. You can buy me a beer after you bang her. She’s a looker for sure. Big tits, small waist. No ass, though. Not sure if you’re an ass guy.
Your New Neighbor at Number Five,
Jagger
P.S. I left you a bag of coffee. You’re welcome.
P.P.S. Have you tried those giant dolls? They’re cheaper to take on a date, but plastic pussy is too cold for me. I like my cock to be kept warm. You know what I mean?
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To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
I don’t want your coffee. I don’t want to bang Kathy from apartment one. And no, I don’t appreciate bathroom humor. I’m over the age of five. How old are you? Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t care. Also, my name is not Allen.
#4 Neighbor
P. S. Stop leaving notes on my door. Thank you!
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Hey Number Four,
I would probably put you in the first position for neighbor if I were to actually meet you. I would stop leaving notes on your door, but you keep leaving notes on mine and it would be rude to ignore you and not write back.
So Kathy is fair game for me? Is that what you’re saying? To be honest, I’d bang her, but she seems the sort that would be drama. I don’t want her turning up at my door at 3 in the morning, you know what I mean?
Are you ever going to tell me your name? Do you like Guns N’ Roses?
The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
AKA Jagger
P.S. There was no need to grind up the beans and leave them outside my door. If you really didn’t want them then you could have just thrown them out.
P.P.S. Know any good strip clubs around here?
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To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
I do not frequent strip clubs. I don’t care who or what you bang. I do not care if Kathy shows up at your door at 3 a.m. or 10 p.m. I do not care about Guns N’ Roses. I have no wish to hear about your sexual exploits. Not that it’s any of your business, but I am a woman. You need to find another bro to befriend.
