Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(190)

"Why are you being so difficult? What's come over you?" I ask.

"Do you even know what Brittney used to do before we hired her on?"

"Yes, I already know all about that," I say. "She told me. She was in porn, and then started her own business, Man Chasers LLC."

"And did she tell you what she did with that company?"

"Yes, she told me all about that too," I shrug. "Look, it doesn't bother  me. She helped women get back at their cheating husbands. She helped  them find closure …  and justice."

"Did she forget to mention how she managed to pull that off?" Cheryl asks.

"Well, we didn't go into depth on that."

"She used deceit, Ethan. That's what she did. She lied. And she was good  at it. She could convince even the most powerful men to drop their  pants for her, and she was cunning enough to gain access to them," she  says. "Think about that for a moment."

I never really thought about it like that. I guess Cheryl has a fucking  point. But what Brittney and I have together is fucking different. I'm  not some cheating husband that she's been hired to uncover.

"Look, I'll prove to you that the prototype is fine," I say. "I brought  my tablet. It's connected to the cameras in my apartment. I'll power it  on, and I'll show you that the prototype is still sitting in my  briefcase, on the table."

I hold down the home button and toggle my tablet on. The screen glows to  life, and I click on the application that'll show Cheryl everything's  fine. Maybe then she'll get off my back. I know she means well, but I  wish she'd just fucking trust me.

The app launches and I immediately see a live view of my apartment.  Everything is still. I don't see Brittney anywhere. She must've already  left.

I pan around to the living room, and I zoom in. I see the couch  …  I see the table  …  but I don't see the briefcase.

What the fuck? My heart sinks, and my pulse races. I know I left that  briefcase in plain view. I should be seeing it. I'm trying to fight the  dizzy feeling that's beginning to flood my head.

I'm trying to keep my cool in front of Cheryl. What if she's right? Fuck.

"I know the briefcase is around here somewhere," I say, panning around the apartment.

"I thought you said it was on your living room table?" Cheryl asks.

"It was …  or I thought it was, but I could've misremembered," I say.         

     



 

"It's gone, Ethan," she says. "I told you. Brittney couldn't be trusted. Now what are we going to do?"

My heart now sinks even further as I realize Cheryl's right. I'm not  sure if this is what a broken heart feels like, but it must be pretty  fucking close.

The realization finally sinks in. Despite the fact that I know what she did, I have to repeat it to myself.

Brittney used me. She stole the prototype.

There's a moment of stunned silence.

"Ethan you can trust me," a voice says from behind me. "Here's your prototype."

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around. It's Brittney and she's holding my briefcase in one hand.

"I thought you stole the prototype," I say. I'm relieved that she's  here, but she looks distraught. This isn't the Brittney I kissed goodbye  to in my apartment.

"I love you Ethan," Brittney says. "I love you with every fiber of my  body. I've never felt this way about a man before …  but now that I've met  you, I know what true love feels like. I can't imagine my life without  you."

"Brit, come here," I say, embracing her in a hug. I see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid Ethan," she says. "Very afraid."

She continues, "There's a man out there who wouldn't hesitate to see me dead."





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Brittney





I don't care about what happens next. I can't bring myself to betray  Ethan. Whatever the consequences are, I'll face them as long as he's  with me. When I first came into this, I came ready to do my job, but I  ended up falling for the best man I have ever met …  And I can't turn my  back on him. I deserve this.

It wasn't easy to stroll into his office with an admission of guilt,  throwing myself at his mercy. But this was what I had to do. Even if  Simon makes good on his word, there was no other option for me. Not  anymore.

So here I am, standing in front of Ethan, fear and hesitancy nestled in  my mind. I look at him with pursed lips, knowing that there's no going  back from this; this is my personal Rubicon, and I've just crossed it.  Cheryl dismisses herself from the room.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, taking one step toward him. He's standing in  front of his desk, dashing as always. And now, more than ever, I need to  feel his arms around me. "I really am."

"Don't." He brushes the back of his hand on my cheek, and then runs his  long fingers through my hair. "You're here, and you did right by me.  We'll work this out." I nod, hoping that his words turn out to be true,  and that everything will work out. Looking into his eyes and seeing the  confidence shining there, I can't help but trust him. Still, deep inside  of me I know that the world is a mean and dirty place, and it will do  everything to crush me. I know it, and Simon does too. "I promise you,"  he adds, and then leans into me. His lips touch mine, and there's a  gentle tenderness to our kiss.

"I'm so glad I met you," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his and  smiling. Whatever happens, nothing will change this. Meeting someone  like Ethan …  It was like finding an oasis after walking for years through  a barren wasteland.

"Me too," he says, pressing his mouth against mine once again. I take my  fingers to his face, and gently hold him as I part my lips and push my  tongue inside his mouth. My heart is beating steadily, and this time it  isn't just lust racing through my veins; there's love too. Love. It  feels good to admit it; I love him, and I wouldn't change that for all  the money in the world.

I let my hands fall down from his face and I press them over his chest.  Underneath his shirt and his pectorals, I can hear the steady beat of  his heart. It's silly to say this, but it almost seems that his heart is  beating at the same rhythm as mine. Right now, I can't help but feel  like the luckiest woman in the world.

Sliding my fingers up from his chest to his collar, I loosen his tie and  then unknot it. Instinct guiding my hands, I start to unbutton his  white shirt, my fingers working swiftly. Once I get down to his  waistline, I untuck the shirt from his pants, and finally flatten the  palm of my hands against his abs. It doesn't matter how many times I  feel his body …  I can't get enough of it. It's almost as if God put Ethan  on this Earth for me to find out, all his perfection a hidden gift.

As I slide my hands over his abs, Ethan rests his hands on my ass, over  my skirt, and pulls me into his embrace. With my breasts pressed against  his bare chest, I feel my nipples hardening, a warmness spreading from  them and numbing my mind. Between my thighs, I feel my pussy growing  wet, desire spreading its wings inside of me.

"I want you," I tell him, pushing his shirt down his arms. "I need you,"  I continue, taking my hands to his head and grabbing his hair.

"I'm right here," he tells me, squeezing my ass cheeks as his lips curl into a smile.

"You are," I smile back, crushing my mouth against his. This time,  there's nothing gentle about the way we kiss; I surrender to that  craving inside of me and simply let loose. He does the same, sliding his  fingers under my skirt and hiking it slightly up; I tremble as I feel  his touch on my bare ass, and my hands dart to his waist. With an  anxious knot in my throat, I press one hand against his crotch; my heart  starts picking up the pace as I feel the hardness under his pants, his  cock already hard and pulsing with desire.

Pulling back from his kiss, I lay my lips against his neck. Slowly, I go  down on my knees, gently kissing him as I go. My lips brush over the  curve of his pectorals, then over the hard blocks of his abs, and each  kiss I lay on his body just makes me grow wetter.

When my knees finally touch the carpeted floor, I look up at him with an  easy smile on my lips. I take a deep breath, and steadying my hands, I  unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. Placing it on the  floor, I have to take another deep breath as I start unbuttoning his  pants. He just looks at me, running his fingers through my hair with a  tender smile on his face. In his eyes, there's that familiar flicker of  lust …  But there's something more too. Something gentle and kind.

With his pants now unbuttoned, I let my eyes wander down his body; his  cock is pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape perfectly  delineated. Ethan's cock is almost as thick as a can of Coke, and with  its 12 inches, it's perfection made flesh. And what really matters is  that Ethan knows how to wield it; trust me, I know.