Chapter 8
ROSS
I’m able to hold off until I get to the office, but finally, my primal brain takes over. I barely drop my briefcase in my office, thankful that Kaede’s not at his desk to see my desperation, before I’m bolting for my private bathroom, locking the door behind me as images flash through my mind.
Last night, the feeling of that lush, delicious body pressed against me.
Her lips against mine, her moans when I cupped her ass in the elevator and squeezed.
Waking up to see her nude in all her glory, heavy teardrop breasts succulently swaying with every word.
Her face lighting up with joy when I took her ring shopping. I wonder if she knew she was hugging my arm, pressing her body against mine when I was being a gentleman to her, and if she was purposefully showing me the challenging fire in the dark depths of her eyes when I wasn’t.
But most of all, the sight of her gleaming wet pussy, wanting me to press her into the mattress and fuck her as hard as I could. I’d never even considered what Violet’s pussy might look like, but now it’s all I can imagine.
I’ve been with her all night and all day, a patient saint who didn’t want the delicious torture to end. But I can’t hold back anymore. I drop my pants and wrap my hand around my aching hard cock.
This is wrong, so wrong, but I can’t help it as another image of her soft pink pussy lips and caramel colored nipples floods my overtaxed mind.
In my head, a fantasy Violet drops to her knees, running her hands up my legs and over my thighs, her pink tongue licking her lush lips before taking my balls into her mouth.
I stroke hard, rough, as I give myself over to my lust and my need for her.
Violet Russo. The pest I childishly tortured who grew into the vixen I never noticed and is now the beauty I’m going to marry.
In less than a dozen strokes, my climax hits me like a shotgun blast to the balls, and thick, ropy streams shoot out of the purplish head of my cock to splatter against the toilet and into the water below.
“Fuck,” I rasp, grabbing a handful of toilet paper and wiping up the mess. I can’t believe how fast I came, so fast I didn’t even get to her sucking me or climbing into my lap . . .
I need to stop, or I’m going to walk out of the washroom just as hard as when I walked in. Flushing the toilet, I take a good two minutes to wash my hands and splash water on my face, getting myself under some semblance of control before heading back into my office.
The door’s open and Kaede’s waiting for me, sitting in one of my chairs and tapping away at his tablet so fast and hard that I suspect I’m going to be buying him a new one within a few months.
I’m just hoping he was distracted enough by whatever he’s working on to not have heard what I was doing in the bathroom.
He looks up when I sit down and judging by the concern and not smirking judgement, I think I’m in the clear.
“How’s the headache?” And what warrants calling me in on a weekend?”
Straight to the point, I like that about him.
“Barely there,” I reply, opening my laptop. “Listen, I need you to—”
“Wait,” Kaede says, holding up a hand. He does that sometimes, and while most executive assistants would probably lose their jobs for interrupting their executive VP bosses, I’ve come to trust his judgement.
He clicks around on his tablet, muttering, “Password protected and off the servers, just to be careful while I’m taking notes. Okay, so about Violet . . .”
He eyes me expectantly. Of course he knows who Violet is. He went to school with us and knows enough of my social life and family life to recognize the name, even if he hadn’t seen her in years before last night. And I’m sure Abi probably gave him a full earful of her dastardly plan.
He shows it by quickly ticking off the benefits. “Well . . . explaining the relationship is easy. And she’s certainly good-looking and smart, her rep in the design world is top-notch, so she’s believable as your girlfriend—”
Maybe Abi didn’t give him all the details of her plan after all?
“I’m marrying her.”
In the entire time Kaede’s worked for me, I’ve only once seen him drop his tablet to the floor, and that required a clumsy UPS delivery girl, three boxes, and his shoe being untied by accident.
This time, though, it only takes three words and his tablet slips from his fingers to bounce off the carpet of my office, his face so slack that he doesn’t notice it at all. “You’re what?”
“I’m marrying her,” I repeat, pulling up my email and starting to type. “In fact, I’m going to hold a dinner at my parents’ house tonight to announce it to my family. We need to get in front of the gossip hounds that I’m sure are already jumping on this story. We went ring shopping this morning.”
“Dude . . . Ross, are you sure you want to take it this far?” Kaede asks. “I mean, when I said fake girlfriend, that’s one thing. But married? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“No,” I immediately reply. “Listen, Violet has her reasons too. It’s a win-win for both of us.”
“And she’s not going to try and fuck you?”
I blink, my cock surging in my pants at the idea Kaede’s question plants. As weird as it seems, my body certainly wants Violet to fuck me. “Excuse me?”
“When it’s over,” Kaede explains. “You know, big public divorce, get a settlement . . . ?”
I laugh, relieved at what he means. “No. Not that I think I need it, but that’s what the NDA I had you pull together was about. Not for her to be my girlfriend but to be my wife. And I’m sure my dad will want her to sign a pre-nup. No getting around that, so the aftermath should be easy.”
“Easy?” he says, not looking like he believes that for a second. But he recovers enough to pick up his tablet. “You’re the boss. So, you’re really doing this?”
I nod and quickly type out a pair of messages, the first to my family, the other to Violet.
I could have copy-pasted and sent her the same thing I sent my family, but the idea of calling her ‘honey’ sarcastically is just too delicious.
It’s so much fun to get under Vi’s skin, wind her up, and see how she comes back at me.
After hitting Send, I lean back.
“Okay, I’m going to need you to cover my ass professionally a little here,” I tell Kaede honestly.
“This engagement’s going to be at warp speed.
Violet needs to be married in two weeks.
And there’s going to be a lot to do. I’m sure my parents are both going to be stunned and hopefully back off a little on the pressure cooker, but there are a lot of irons in the fire that I need you to put out. ”
“You know I’m on it,” Kaede says simply, checking his tablet.
“Okay, I’ll send you Violet’s contact info so you can check in with her on what needs to be done.
I’m sure Archie and Abi have that under control, but backup couldn’t hurt.
We’ve got the Johnston meeting in three days.
Everything prepped there?” He nods, and I know I could do that presentation in my sleep, which is a good thing because my schedule just blew up with all the additional tasks.
“Need to book a honeymoon. It’s a sham, but no reason we can’t have some fun. Hawaii, maybe? Clear my schedule for those days too.”
Kaede is tapping away, and I trust that he’s got everything. He’s that good.
Before Kaede can comment, my phone rings and I pick it up to see Abi calling. “Go on . . . you do your stuff and I’ll do my end of things. And get yourself a better tablet. On me!”
Kaede smirks and gets up, heading out of the office while I pick up Abi’s call. “Hey, little sister. See you got my text?”
“What’s all this about a family dinner?” Abi asks sweetly. I can hear the bomb about to drop in her butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth tone. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with an announcement, would it?”
“You’re a scheming little chess master, you know that?” I growl, but Abi’s laugh still makes me smile.
“I do what I can,” she says, and I can almost imagine her humbly curtseying at the compliment.
“I can only assume you and Vi talked?”
“Of course.”
In the back of my head, I wonder just how much Violet’s told Abi, and more importantly . . . what’s Abi’s angle on all of this?
I’m not exactly the best fake husband for Violet. I’ve got too much baggage and too public a profile to really play a fake role.
Meanwhile, for me, Violet’s need for the marriage isn’t exactly ideal, either. What would be best would be a six-month, no-stress social thing that never gets too serious. Truly, just regular arm candy for show like Violet said.
So this isn’t a perfect match for either of us. But at the same time, a niggling little voice that’s been going off in my head since I saw her curled up in my bed says it’s totally right, too.
But what is Abi’s role in all of this? She’s the fly in the ointment right now, but I have to trust her somewhat.
“And?” I prompt.
“And what?” she snaps back. “You might not believe me, Ross . . . but I’m doing this for both of you.”
I hum, not sure about that. Abi always has a master plan.
I’m just not sure what it is right now. Though I guess covering both her brother’s and her best friend’s asses with this crazy idea might be the entirety of her scheme.
Lord knows, it’s not something either Vi or I would’ve come up with on our own.
“Have you told Courtney about this?” I ask, a little worried. I love my youngest sister, but Courtney wants to be the good girl in the family way too much. There’s no way she’d understand what I’m doing or why.
“Hell, no!” Abi says, her opinion of Courtney totally lining up with mine. “You remember the number of times she ratted on me to Mom and Dad when I was in high school? Getting out of the house to go on dates with Danny Reeves was damn near like Prison Break with her around.”
“He was a douche,” I point out, something Abi found out for herself before she went to college. “So, this is just between us? No one else can know, for both Vi’s sake and mine.”