Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(237)

"What's for lunch?" He asks me, and I almost slap my forehead with the  palm of my hand. Lunch! Fuck, I completely forget about that.

"I, uh, I didn't have the time to prepare anything. Maybe we should go  out?" I try hesitantly. At the same time, I finally find the bottle  opener and place it on the counter, next to the bottle. Robert reaches  for it with a smile and, grabbing at the bottle, starts to uncork it.

"Don't worry, Becca. We can order in something …  What matters is that  we're here together, isn't it?" He says, and I notice his eyes wandering  down to my cleavage. Suddenly, I feel like a complete idiot for putting  on a dress like this. What did I think would happen?

"I …  I guess," I stammer, reaching for two glasses of wine. As I set them  on the counter, Robert proceeds to serve the wine. My heart kicks and  punches against my chest as the sound of wine hitting glass reaches my  ears. When I go for one of the glasses, I realize that my hands are  shaking, and I have to take a deep breath. I take one long gulp, hoping  that it will steady my nerves. With each passing second, I feel more and  more uncomfortable about being along with Robert, and the fact that I  was the one setting all this into motion doesn't really help …  I can't  exactly kick him out without looking like a complete bitch.

"What would you like to order in?" He asks me, going around the counter  and closing in the distance between me and him. With each step he takes,  my heart starts to pound louder, just like an alarm. "Or maybe we can  think about that later … " He continues, lowering his voice and brushing  two fingers against my cheek. I tremble as I feel his touch and,  reacting by instinct, I take one step back, almost spilling the wine all  over my dress.

"We can order now," I blurt out, reaching for my cellphone while my mind  goes into overdrive. I try and look for a restaurant that does home  deliveries, but I can barely concentrate on what's on the screen. Robert  reaches for my phone and simply plucks it out of my hands, placing it  on the counter.

"You're nervous," he whispers, smiling at me. "That's okay. I'm a bit  nervous too … " I gulp as he comes up at me and, taking another step back,  I hit the fridge with my back. My eyes dart to his crotch, and I notice  something bulging underneath his pants. Oh, God, I can't believe that  he's already hard.

Coming up to me, he presses his body against mine, taking both hands to  my face. As I feel his boner on my leg, I immediately react by pushing  him back and stepping to the side. My mouth has suddenly grown dry, and I  guess I can say the same thing about my pussy.

"Robert …  I think you've misunderstood me," I start, looking at him as I  try to find the right words. I told him he could come over, I'm wearing a  skimpy dress …  And now I'm telling him that he has misunderstood my  intentions? Well, that's rich of me. Still, I don't care - whatever I'm  wearing, no man has the right to put a move on me without my consent.  That's right, I might be a lot of things, but I'll never allow anyone to  walk over me. Especially when sex is concerned.

"You're just scared," he continues, still walking toward me. The guy is  relentless. "But you don't need to be …  I want you, Becca. I've dreamed  of you every single night since I first saw you." How do you spell  creepy? Oh, right, R-o-b-e-r-t.

As if the universe conspired to save me from his advances, someone  knocks on the door. I step out of his reach and walk hurriedly toward  the door, turning the handle without bothering to ask who's on the other  side. My heart skips a beat as I see the man in front of me. Yes, I  know what you're thinking …  And you're right.

"Becca … " Mason says my name as he steps inside the apartment. In his clear blue eyes, I can almost see my reflection.

"Mason … " I say, my heart tightening up so much that I no longer know how  in the world it continues to beat. He smiles tenderly at me, and then  he notices that we're not alone. He looks at Robert with one arched  eyebrow, and I notice his eyes wandering to the bottle of wine on the  counter. Finally, he look straight at Robert. His smile vanishes, and he  purses his lips; I wish I could have a hole where I could hide right  now.

He looks into my eyes, and I give him a weak smile. I'm sorry, I mouth,  biting on my lower lip with regret. With a quick nod, I give him my  assent to do what needs to be done.

"Get out," he tells Robert, turning to him with a serious expression on  his face. He's completely relaxed, but I notice his hands balling into  fists, almost as if he's ready to crash them into Robert's face at a  moment's notice.

"You can't simply walk in here and --" Without bothering to hear what  Robert has to say, Mason walks over to him and grabs him by the scruff  of his shirt.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." He tells him, and I can almost see Robert  shrinking in size. To have someone as imposing as Mason telling you to  fuck off has be an intimidating experience. He opens his mouth to speak  but, like a fish suffocating on too much oxygen, he simply closes it  again. When Mason lets go of him, he straightens the collar of his shirt  and, trying to act as dignified as possible - and failing miserably -  he walks toward the door.

Before he leaves, he throws me a pissed off look and then simply storms  out, slamming the door behind him. I turn to Mason at once, looking as  apologetic as possible.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, desperate to know everything about  the tender expression he looks at me... Somehow, I already knows what  he wants to say, but I need to hear it all the same.

"I was wrong, baby girl. I was so fucking wrong," he whispers, closing  the distance between him and I and placing both his hands on my hips.

"Fuck the world, Becca," he says. "They can fucking take everything from  me. My company. My title. My money. But I swear to fucking God they  will never take me away from you. Ever again."

Tears stream down my eyes.

"I fucking love you, baby girl," he tells me.

"I love you too, Daddy," I says with a mischievous smile - so happy that I feel drunk.         

     



 

"And I'm sorry," he says, his eyes penetrating mine.

"I'm …  sorry as well," I manage to say, biting on my bottom lip as I  remember the look on Mason's eyes as he realized I was all alone with  Robert.

"No, that's my fault for being a fucking idiot," he whispers, and then  leans in to kiss me. The moment our lips touch, everything is right with  the world once more. Heartbreak? What does that even mean?

"Promise me," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his, "promise me that you won't leave ever again."

"I promise," he tells me with a smile, and then runs his fingers through  my hair. I look into his eyes, my heart beating a tender song of love.  When everything seemed lost, the wheel of Karma turned and turned and  now here we are …  Together. And nothing will ever come between us. I just  know it; whatever it is that life throws at us, we won't allow anything  to pull us apart, not anymore.

"I love you, Mason."

"I love you too, baby girl … "

We kiss again and I place my hands on his chest. I can feel his heart  beating under the palm of my hand, and it almost feels like it's beating  at the same rhythm as mine. Guided by more than simple lust-love-I take  my fingers to his collar and start unbuttoning his white shirt. My  fingers move slowly, but they work at a steady pace. When I finally open  all of the buttons, I pull on the fabric of his shirt and untuck it,  hooking my fingers on his belt.

"I never wanted anyone as I want you … " I find myself saying, a growing  wetness conquering the space between my thighs. If a few weeks ago  someone told me that lust could be this wild and uncontrollable, I'd  just laugh. But now …  Now I'm not laughing, far from it. And I couldn't  be happier to be proven wrong.

"That makes two of us, baby girl … " he says, resting his hands on my  shoulders and pulling the straps of the dress down my arms. I let him  pull the fabric down my torso, and he only stops when my dress is  hanging limply at my waist. With his fingers on my stomach, he runs them  up to my breasts and, settling his hands over the cups of my bra, he  squeezes gently. I feel my nipples hardening under his touch, and my  pussy continues to grow wetter with each passing second.

With a smile, I unbuckle his belt and start to pull his pants' zipper  down, my hands no longer shaking. All the anxiety and fearfulness that I  felt only a few minutes ago has already vanished, almost as if I had  never felt it in the first place. It's funny how things can change so  fast. In one minute you're down in a pit, the other you're flying too  close to the sun.

Turning my hand around, I gently place my fingers over his boxer briefs,  my skin prickling as I feel his thick shape throbbing against the palm  of my hand. And to think that, for a moment, I was almost sure that I  would never feel his cock ever again …  Curling my fingers around his  member, I start moving my hand over his shaft, stroking him softly; at  the same time, he pulls the right cup of my bra down, baring my hard  nipple.