CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SEBASTIAN
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W e pull up outside Emily’s apartment building and I attempt to send her a message and cancel one last time. But don’t.
This is the worst idea I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life. The woman who sucked me off in first class is my PA, who I then phoned at midnight on Friday night and had phone sex with.
Can this get any worse?
Why yes it can. I’m about to make her my fake fiancée.
I step out of the limousine and wait on the sidewalk. Emily messaged to say she’d meet me downstairs, and I figure it’s because she’s embarrassed about her apartment.
Both of us knew a bed is not a good idea, so I agreed.
A minute later, I turn and almost swallow my fucking tongue.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
“Hey,” Emily says while I’m still finding my voice.
She stops in front of me and her smile fades. She looks like she’s about to bolt at my thundering face.
I’m not mad.
I’m going out of my fucking mind.
Without thinking, my hand grips her hip and I lean in, kissing her cheek.
I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my whole damn life.
Drawing in her floral scent, I close my eyes and straighten. “You look lovely,” I rasp.
Lovely?
What an understatement.
“Thank you.” Emily gazes the length of my body. Desire flickers in her eyes, then she blinks it away. “So do you.”
Suddenly we’re both remembering Friday night.
“Emily—” I begin and she shakes her head, placing a hand on my chest.
I grab it, relishing the heat of her touch, and step forward.
“It never happened. Please. I never do that.” Her cheeks blush.
Fuck.
Nor do I.
I should never have asked her to move the phone, but the need to see her bare pussy consumed me. This woman has me doing the most insane things.
Releasing her hand, I take her chin and force her eyes to mine. “I have never done that in my life. But I don’t regret it.”
I need her to know that.
“Never?” Emily asks, and I like the fact that she knows she’s special, because for some reason she is. I don’t understand it and it’s exhausting trying to pretend I don’t want her.
I shake my head, and her eyes dart away.
“Still, your fiancée—”
“Let’s talk.” I lead her to the limousine, and Tony closes the door behind us.
When we are on our way to the restaurant in the luxury Dufort Hotel nearby, I turn to Emily and feel my body relax for the first time in days.
She’s here.
Beside me.
We’re alone.
Sparkling blue eyes lift to mine.
“I am not engaged,” I admit, and her mouth parts.
Close it baby, or I won’t be responsible for what I do.
“What? Why? Because she found out? Oh my god, Sebastian I’m sorry.” Emily looks horrified.
This girl.
Jesus.
“Emily, I am not engaged. Never was.” She looks confused, and it’s time I came clean. “We don’t have long before we arrive, but I need your help. You heard in the meeting last week that Khalid has withdrawn his funding for the development?”
She nods.
“He believes I made a move on his daughter while I was in Dubai last week,” I say, and when her eyes narrow, I add, “which I did not and would never do. She grab...”
I trail off.
The history between us isn’t going to bode well if I finish that sentence. When her brows lift, I realize if I’m going to get her to agree to this rouse, I need to be completely honest.
“She grabbed my cock.”
Emily’s eyes drop to my pants.
“Eyes up, baby,” I say roughly, and she obeys, her globes diluted.
My control snaps.
Palming her cheek, I lean in. “I removed her hand, and no one has gone near it since you had your sexy mouth around it.”
My thumb sweeps over her lips, which part.
“And I can’t stop thinking about it every fucking second of every day. You walk into my office in your sexy outfits and then answer the phone, showing me your pussy.”
My control is snapping.
Emily looks about to explode.
“Sebastian,” she purrs as my other hand slides up her thigh, slipping between the slit in her dress.
I feel her trembling as my mouth slams down on hers and the world bursts into flames.
Emily shifts, my hand slides between her legs as we hungrily lap at each other. Her moans drive me forward with urgency, and I dig my fingers under the thin lace at her sex.
“You’re soaked.” I growl against her mouth.
“I need—”
“My cock.” I rasp, and she nods.
Our tongues reach for one another and entwine eagerly, trying to make up for the need the rest of our bodies are craving.
I feel the vehicle slowing and curse.
Releasing her mouth, I run my thumb over her cheekbone as I circle her nub under her panties.
“Nice?”
“Sebastian,” she begs.
“Do you want to come?” I speed up, my hand sliding over her nipple, squeezing it.
“Yes, god, oh god.” She arches. “Please.”
Sliding through her folds, I wet my fingers inside her, then return to her clit.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy soon. Right now, you need to come, Emily.” I lick her mouth. “Come like a good little PA.”
“Fuck.” She shatters around my hand, her mouth clamping down on mine.
“Good girl.” I growl, removing my hand and lifting my fingers to my mouth. Emily watches as I slide them inside and groan at her sweet and salty juices.
She melts beside me.
I lift her face. “Tonight, I need you to be my fiancée. Can you do that for me, baby? Then after, I will make sure your pussy is happy.”
She nods, looking completely spaced out.
“Just go along with everything I say and look like you’re madly in love with me.”
As she blinks, the car door opens, and Tony stands to the side.
“Wait. What?” Emily looks like she’s just woken up.
Unfortunately, we don’t have time for this.
I reach into my top pocket and slide an enormous blue diamond onto her ring finger, then climb out of the limousine and reach for her hand.
Emily stares at the ring, frozen on the spot.
I let out a sigh, reach in, and scoop her up. “Let’s go.”
“Is this thing real?” she squeaks.
“Yes.” I straighten my tuxedo jacket when she’s on her feet beside me, then take her hand. “Hence the security with us tonight.”
Tony climbs back behind the wheel while Josh from Black Hawke Security follows us into the building.
“Sebastian.” I glance down. Through gritted teeth, she says, “I’m going to kill you.”
Wow.
The ring has been on her finger for thirty seconds, and my life is already being threatened. As if life is reminding me that marriage is not for me.
“No,” I reply, focusing ahead as we walk into the building. “You won’t.”
Because that ring is coming off well before I let that happen.
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EMILY
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I don’t know whether I’m living in a fairytale or nightmare.
Honestly, it feels like a crazy mix of both, because this is insane.
I’m Sebastian’s fiancée.
He’s given me the most ridiculous explanation, then blinded me with another mind-blowing orgasm before slipping an enormous blue diamond onto my finger.
It can’t be real.
But why would a security guard be shadowing me if that were the case?
A man like Sebastian Remington doesn’t put glass on his fiancée’s finger.
You are not his real fiancée.
Stop saying fiancée.
God, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. That’s not true. Sebastian is. Walking out of my building and seeing the tall billionaire standing with his back to me had me trembling with a mix of excitement and desire.
Then he turned around.
I could barely breathe.
Head to toe in a custom-made black suit, his hair stylishly mussed, and silver cufflinks, he looked every bit the sophisticated Manhattan businessman.
But it’s his sharp green eyes which grazed over every inch of me that sent shivers of arousal along my spine.
I never expected him to kiss me.
I never expected him to kiss me again, and certainly not like that. It was laced with possession and something more than we shared on the plane.
The built-up tension, I assume.
When he demanded I orgasm, pleasure blasted through me.
Next minute, he tells me I need to pretend we are engaged, slips a ring on my finger, and I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Sebastian,” a man greets him, taking both his hands.
Shiekh Khalid Al-Mansour.
I googled him a few days ago while researching the Crown Plaza development. I wanted to know everything I could, so I could get up to speed with the project.
Hoping to find a way to add value, I realized I had some thoughts about the protesters. After all, that sort of thing happens in London too.
The goal is to keep my job.
Now, as I glance down at the ring, I wonder what it means for our future working together.
“Ah, this must be your bride,” the sheikh says, taking my hands and kissing both my cheeks.
“Yes.” Sebastian moves to my side, his hand settling on the small of my back. “This is Emily Harper.”
The sparkle catches the sheikh’s eye, and he grins. “Is that the Oppenheimer Blue diamond?”
Sebastian’s large, warm hand presses into my back, and I lift my face to his.
He nods. “Yes.”
“It’s stunning,” I say before I can stop myself, and his eyes burn with something I don’t recognize.
“Only the best for the woman I love,” Sebastian says, dragging his eyes back to Khalid.
Oh god.
I feel my legs wobble as his words send shockwaves inside me. Imagine being loved by this man. It would be so powerful no man would dare glance at me. I reach for his arm to steady myself and am immediately embarrassed.
He loops his arm around my back.
I’m so stupid. Sebastian would never be interested in a secretary from South West London. This is the closest I’ll ever get to a billionaire marrying me.
I realize then that I don’t think of him as a billionaire. His success and wealth is in my face every single day, but to me he’s the handsome man who sat next to me for nine hours and flirted.
Just like any guy.
But he made me laugh. He made my body tingle.
Then he made me do the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. That flight attendant knew, and I couldn’t have cared less.
God, I’m relieved that he’s not engaged.
I still don’t understand what’s going on, but all my questions are going to have to wait until after dinner.
Gathering myself, I smile at Khalid. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
“Your future husband has kept you a secret,” he says suspiciously.
“He is a private man,” I say, placing my ring hand on Sebastian’s chest. His hand covers mine, then lifts it and kisses my knuckles.
Jesus Christ.
This might be the most fake relationship in the history of the world, but he’s very good at making it feel real. I’ll need to remind myself of this all night long.
As my wet thighs ache from my earlier orgasm, Sebastian drops my hand and directs us to the luxurious private room before us.
“Shall we dine?”
Inside, Rashid, Khalid’s brother, and other members of his team are waiting. I recognize a few Remington Obsidian executives and when I see Mr. Sanderson—Victor—I blink.
Does he know about the ruse?
Surely he’ll recognize me and blow everything.
“Emily.” He winks, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“Hi...Victor.”
“Lovely to see you again,”
I saw you on Friday afternoon.
“Yes.” I smile as Sebastian seats me. “How is...” Fuck, what would Sebastian’s wife ask? “Your mother?”
Victor grins, and a server flicks open his napkin when he sits. Clearly, he’s amused by all this. And knows.
While I’m not complaining about the orgasm, Sebastian could have taken the time we had in the limousine and briefed me better.
“She is much better, thank you.” He sips his wine and glances across the table at Sebastian with...is that envy?
“Your mother was ill?” the sheikh asks.
“Just a cold. Nothing serious. Although she is getting old.”
Sebastian orders for us both and small talk resumes while we await our meals. I almost jump when his hand slides across my thigh under the table.
My eyes lift to his, and he winks.
I glance away like a blushing English maiden. This man has so much power over my body. I hate it. I love it.
“So, when are you getting married?” Rashid asks me, and I’m surprised to see him drinking a glass of wine. I don’t know much about the Middle Eastern culture if I’m being truthful, but I didn’t think they drank.
“I, ah...” Glancing at Sebastian, he lets out a laugh, leaning his arm around the back of my chair.
“A hot topic,” he says, calm as a cucumber. “Our families want us to marry late this summer, but Emily wants to wait a year.”
I nod, sipping my wine so I don’t have to speak.
“You’re English,” Khalid says, and I swear he’s not buying this.
Is it because I look so uncomfortable? I need to try harder. I glance up at Sebastian, smiling as if he’s the man I love with all my heart. “I am. We met in London, and I fell for him right there on the spot.”
Flames flick at the edges of his pupils, forcing me to glance back at the sheikh.
“He stole my heart and dragged me over to the United States. My mother wants us to marry in the English countryside.”
“Mine, in the Hamptons.” Sebastian rasps, his fingers brushing over my bare shoulder.
I shiver and turn my head just in time for his mouth to drop to mine.
Good lord.
A little moan escapes and it’s purely an accident. When he straightens, that fire is still there and growing in intensity. It reminds me of his promise to fuck me after tonight and my thighs clench.
Oh god.
What have I got myself into?