Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(184)

Can I actually go through with this? Should I tell Ethan what I've been  up to? Sure, he may refuse to talk to me ever again after he finds out-I  may never see him again, and I wouldn't blame him. And that's the price  I'd have to pay. But maybe he wouldn't react that way. Maybe he'd  respect me for coming clean. For realizing the whole thing was wrong.  Maybe if he knew how I ended up here, he'd understand.         

     



 

Suddenly, the elevator opens. I turn my body, facing forward, and I see  Cheryl. Her wavy brown hair seems to have a shine to it now; it seems  more golden. Is it the lighting down here? She looks over at me and  smiles. I smile back.

What kind of a smile was that? I wonder. One minute, she's giving me an  icy stare and is interrogating me in the computer room-her eyes gazing  at me like they could burn a hole right through me, and now this? She  smiled at me as if she has received some sort of validation. Has she  come to some sort of realization? My brain is working in overdrive  trying to figure out what exactly that smile was all about.

Then, she speaks. "See you at tomorrow's shoot."

It was all so cordial and happy. Where did all of her icy unease disappear to?

"Wait …  actually, can I ask a big favor?" she says, looking at Walter and I.

We both look at each other and back at her, and I say, "Sure."

"Is there any way Walter could take me home?" Cheryl asks. "It would  really save me from having to get a cab. I'd really appreciate it."

I look at Walter and he looks at me.

"I don't see why not," I say.

"It's no problem, just tell me where to go," Walter says. "I'm assuming you live nearby?"

Cheryl smiles again. "It's not too far. Thank you so much; you're saving me quite a bit of hassle today."

We all walk out of the lobby and to the limo. Walter holds the door open  for us and Cheryl and I both scoot into the long, black leather seat.  "I could get used to sitting in this every day," she jokes.

Walter drives her to her apartment and I notice that she lives close to  Ethan. When she leaves, I'm struck with a thought and I turn to Walter.

I say, "Drive me to Ethan's apartment."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Walter asks. He has a look of concern  flash across his face. I guess I can understand where he's coming from.  I've been an emotional rollercoaster today.

"Yes," I say. "I need to see him."

"Okay, anything you say," Walter replies, and he drives to One57. When we pull up to the massive building, I nearly jump out.

"Thank you Walter," I say. "I'll call you in a little bit."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, darling."

I give him a wink and enter the building. I take the elevator to Ethan's  floor, and the higher up I travel, the more nervous energy I have. I  find myself pacing back and forth in the elevator until the doors slide  open and I walk into the hall, directly facing Ethan's apartment. I get  the courage to walk forward and I knock. At first, I don't hear a sound,  and then I hear his footsteps approaching.

He opens the door.

I see his cobalt blue eyes and that smile.

"I was hoping you'd come," he says. "I have a surprise for you."

Just standing her in front of him. Just seeing him. A flood of emotion  runs through me. Is what I'm feeling real? Is this just lust, or  something else?

If what I'm feeling turns out to be real  …  I'll have to tell him.

I'll have to come clean.





147





Ethan





I'm sitting on the balcony watching something on my tablet. It's pretty  engrossing and I don't even notice the sounds of the New York City  traffic below.

What?

No, you can't see what I'm looking at.

I think that I already fucking share enough with you as it is, you know?  It's nothing personal. It's just something that I want to keep to  myself for now. I'm sure later on you'll find out in time.

But let me just tell you one thing.

What's on this fucking tablet is explosive. I mean, if you saw it, you  would probably be fucking pissed at me. Maybe you'd tell me to do  something that I'm not prepared to do right now. This book would be over  because I'd walk the fuck away if you told me that.

Yes, fine. It has to do with Brittney, but that's all you're getting out of me, babe.

Besides I can't answer any more. Don't you hear the doorbell? She's here.

I go inside, make sure to turn off my tablet and put it on the table before opening the door.

She's standing there in a slinky black strapless dress that comes down five inches above her knees.

It's fucking classy and sexy at the same time. I don't even know how  it's fucking possible but it makes me want to hold her close and protect  her while ripping it off and fucking her at the same goddamn time.

Her face is made up and it's beautiful. But my dick would be as hard as it is now if she had no makeup on.

God, I need to get a hold of myself.

"I was hoping you'd come," I say. "I have a surprise for you."

She looks at me like she's seen a ghost.

"Come on in," I tell her and she walks by. I turn to look at her ass as  she walks by. That dress is tight around the ass and I watch those  cheeks as they flex as she walks. Fucking Christ, I'm fucking hard  already.

You're shaking your fucking head at me, huh? I know. Don't think I can't  see you. Yeah, I'm not ashamed or anything. Fuck that. I want to  squeeze that ass. Rub it and knead it. Like fucking dough. I want to run  my cock over it. Stick it in between those ass cheeks. I want to smack  that fucking ass.

Then when I'm ready I want to fucking cum all over.

Mark it as mine.

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I take a step over toward  Brittney. The look in my eyes should probably tell her what I'm going to  do to her-how I'm going to take her like the fucking savage beast that I  am.

"Ethan," she says to me, and I automatically hear something in her voice that makes me stop. "I need to tell you something."

Fuck.

Outwardly, I'm calm. My brain may be consumed by lust, but you can't  tell looking at me from the outside. Sure, maybe if you grab my cock,  you can tell. But if you're doing that, then you're probably thinking  the same thing as I am.

Why am I all of a sudden like this? That's what you want to know, isn't it?

Because of what I saw on the fucking tablet.

Yeah, the same thing I can't tell you about yet.

Don't pout. I just had to fucking do that. I'm going to fucking miss you when this book is over; you know that, don't you?

Anyways, we're far from done now, because Brittney is looking at me and I  can tell she's starting to waver in whatever she had committed to  doing.

"Let's sit down," I tell her, and I take her hand and lead her to the sofa where I sit her down next to me.

I can smell her fucking perfume. It's fucking addictive and it makes my nostrils flare up.

"What did you want to tell me?" I ask, looking at her.

Brittney looks down.

"Hey," I tell her. "You can tell me anything."

"It's just a secret that I've been keeping from you," she tells me. I  nod. Every one of us has fucking secrets. That's nothing new.

If you want to know my secrets, you'll go turn on that tablet. But you can't.

Yeah, I'm an asshole sometimes. I know.

"Babe, it's okay," I tell her, holding her chin with my hand and lifting  her face. "You can tell me anything, but you don't have to tell me  everything."

Brittney looks at me for a second. "You know I used to do porn, right?" she asks me.

I nod. I mean, I never outright asked her specifically if she used to be  a porn star, but it was always something I suspected. And there was  something about her face that seems kind of familiar …

"I always thought," I say still nodding, "But I never really knew for sure."

"I lived in Los Angeles for the longest time and I sort of drifted into  the business," she tells me, looking at me intently, seeing what my  reaction is going to be. "I came to New York to get away from it."

"Well, you seemed to do a good job of that, babe," I tell her, smiling a  bit to show her that it's okay. I can tell she's fucking on  edge-looking to see any sign of me being upset. "You're going to be the  first Illicit Escape girl. I don't know if that's leaving the business  entirely."

"But that's not what I thought I'd be doing when I came to New York,"  she tells me, and she scoots closer. "I honestly thought I'd be leaving  porn forever. I brought my assistant with me, Walter. And we set up a  business together."

I nod. Walter reminds me of Cheryl in a lot of ways from the few times I've seen him here and there as I've met Brittney.

"Okay," I say, scooting a bit closer. "So you used to do porn. I'm in porn too," I tell her.

"But it's what I did afterwards, that I want to tell you about," she tells me, struggling to get the words out.

"What did you do afterwards?" I ask, now getting genuinely interested.

"I started a company, where women would come to me, and they'd tell me  about the men they wanted me to fuck, and I'd seduce them for money,"  she says to me, letting it all come out in a rush. "They wanted to get  proof that these men were assholes and were cheating on them so they'd  have grounds for divorce."