Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(206)

They stopped wondering six months ago when his body went into a  cocaine-induced overdose and he was found dead outside of his 3rd Avenue  apartment building.

He died poor. And alone.

I never learned how he found out about Robert until Cheryl approached me a few weeks after the Times Square matchup.

"I hope you know I had nothing to do with Robert and his untimely ending," she told me.

I looked at her, not believing her at first.

"His wife was inches away from killing him," she continued. "And when I  first went out there, it was mainly to do research and see what we could  do to pay him off or scare him."

I think I was a bit relieved when she told me this, but still a bit curious.

"Sure, we were probably going to scare him," Cheryl continued. "Like  have him wake up with a dead horse head in his bed like the Godfather or  something," she said.

I remember nodding, you know? As if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"But apparently my visit actually pushed her over the edge," Cheryl told  me. "The constant years of lying and cheating must have taken their  toll on the poor woman because literally one hour after I left, he came  home and she killed him."

"So you didn't kill Robert?" I asked, too happy to express myself.

Don't get me wrong; I'm glad that Robert is gone. But if it were because of me, I would have felt really horrible.

"No, but I helped her bury the body," Cheryl said to me with a deadpan  stare. "And if push came to shove, and I had to defend myself, there  would be no question."

I remember thinking maybe that was the best I could hope for.

And maybe to never fuck with Cheryl. Ever.

So that took care of Simon. And Robert. Now, a year later from when the  whole thing started I think I've turned a page in my life. That I've  moved on.

I look up at Ethan, who's staring at me and smirking as he looks at me, contented and sitting on the sofa.

"So," I say, looking up at him. "I think since you interrupted my little session, you might be owing me something."

"I thought we were waiting till the wedding?" he asks me, deadpanning.

I pout. He's right of course. Six months ago, as I was approaching my last trimester, Ethan proposed to me.

He told me he wanted to make an honest woman out of me before we got married.

I told him yes. I mean, come on, right? Why would I have doubts about marrying the man I love.

But I also told him I wanted to wait.

I wanted our daughter to be born first. And then have her at our  wedding. I wanted to share the happiest day of my life with everyone  that I loved, you know?

Plus, get a chance to work off all the pounds so I could still turn heads.

"You're right," I pout. Three weeks ago, we told each other that we'd  re-virginize ourselves and not have sex till our wedding night.

The only problem is, our wedding is still another seven days away.

I know, stop rolling your eyes, hun. You're probably asking yourself what's seven days without sex, huh?

Don't lie.

And just remember, seven days without sex may not seem like much, but  when you're living with the absolute hottest piece of man meat on the  planet, every minute feels like a month.

"You can do it, babe," Ethan says with a laugh and gets up as I stare at  his ass. "Besides, we can't get too crazy. Cheryl and Walter are  bringing Anna back from the park."

Anna. That's our little baby girl's name. She was 6 pounds and 3 ounces  when she came out and she's been the apple of her father's eye since  then. I've never in my life thought I'd see that day when Ethan Kane  began to change diapers.

But it's true.

Walter and Cheryl. That's another surprise that I never saw coming.  Turns out our assistants decided to follow the example that their bosses  set and get together as well. Who would have thought it, huh?

But they balance each other out. Cheryl is strong where Walter is  thoughtful. He'll come up with the plan and Cheryl will make sure its  executable.

Together they've been looking after Anna a lot and really taken to their godparent duties with gusto.

"We don't have to get crazy if we're quick," I say to Ethan, standing up  and sauntering over to him. He eyes me. I can feel his stare as it goes  up and down my curvy body. I smile. I have him. "Besides, a blowjob  isn't sex, right? On the West Coast, they call it a California  handshake."

Ethan grows as my body presses against him. It's been a long time for  him too, and I can feel his hard cock tenting his dress pants.

"Oh, is that your cock, Ethan?" I ask as I rub up against his body. "It  feels good, poking into my stomach. I want to run my mouth over the  head. I want to lick it, suck it, and make it squirt."

Ethan's hands grab me and in that moment, it's better than any virtual  reality I could have had. I have the most amazing man in the world. And  he's all mine. Forever.

"Is that the best you got for me, Man Chaser?" Ethan asks me, pulling me close to him, his nostrils flaring.

"You think you can handle any more of me, Woman Tamer?" I shoot back.         

     



 

Ethan smiles and I kiss him as he pushes me back to the sofa. My hands  are grasping at his trousers and I unbuckle his belt and unzip him.

Sure, we said we'd wait.

But we'll have plenty of waiting when Anna is back with Cheryl and Walter.

For now, it's all about celebrating the times to cum.





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Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney





I know it's been a while now since you first met me, but you ever wonder if things like this could really happen?

I do.

Or at least I did.

I mean, again, don't tell Ethan, okay? But there are days where I literally wonder if I'm living in a dream.

I have the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. Who seems to have a  cock that that can do its own bench presses at times with the power and  intensity that it fucks me with. I have a beautiful daughter. Living a  gilded life in the skies of Manhattan.

But you know, none of this story would have ever been possible without Alexis.

That's why when I walk into the master bedroom and see Ethan still getting ready, I tell him to hurry.

We don't want to be late for the launch, that's for sure.

"You know, usually it's the woman that runs late," I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes.

He glares at me. "You want to tell Cheryl that you have to go to a party when she's going over the weekly schedule?"

I shrug. Cheryl is a sweetie, and I know Ethan realizes that.

"Besides, what's this party for again?" he asks me.

I swear, he may be handsome and intelligent and sweet, but sometimes I  wonder if he doesn't have selective memory. Or selective hearing.

"Alexis invited us to the launch of her book," I tell Ethan. "You know, like I told you at least three times this morning."

"Oh, fuck. You're right," Ethan says. "What book again?"

Oh. My. God.

I swear to …

That's when I see Ethan smile and give me his infuriating but charming smirk.

"Got you, didn't I?" he asks.

Ugh. Sometimes I love him, but I just want to punch him.

He comes over to me and stands close. "Here," he says. "I got you this."

He pulls out an envelope and hands it to me.

"What is it?" I ask even as I open it.

"Alexis wanted us to have it in case our lives ever got interesting again," he tells me.

I look at it. Its a single paper.

With a few contact details.

Alexis Angel:

Email: [email protected]

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754

Newsletter: Naughty Angels.

Newsletter Link: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9





I look up at Ethan. "Do you think our lives will continue to be as interesting?" I ask him.

He smiles at me. I'm sure that our lives won't be boring, but I wouldn't really mind. As long as my family is around me.

"Well, you know, after Alexis wrote Red & Blue and the Governor and  that Mayor fucking the Senator, or Scandalous about the Mayor's son  fucking his hot stepmom, or Client 5 about Arsen and his phone sex  business, she's been pretty hot," Ethan says.

"I think the only thing I haven't read by her is Jailbait," I tell  Ethan, rolling my eyes. This is old news to me. I'm the one that found  Alexis, remember?

"Yeah, but did you know she also writes in collaboration with another  author called Erin Wright? They're going to have a new pen name called  Mona Cox," Ethan tells me.

I look over at him. Big, hulking, cut, ripped, whatever you want to call it. He's talking to me about fucking romance novels.

"Since when did you start reading the works of my author friends?" I ask him.

He smiles. "Since they started writing about the fucking hot as hell sex we have, babe," he says to me.

He takes a step closer and I can already feel that giant monster sized  cock of his poking me. I mean, 12 inches. It's going to reach me before  the rest of his body does if it's hard.

"You know we have a party to go to," I murmur as Ethan nuzzles his face on my neck.

"That's what I've been doing the last half hour was reading her book  about us, babe," Ethan says. "And holy fucking Christ we are fucking  hot."

Oh, don't I know it. Remember, the whole thinking I'm in a dream?