Chapter 6 Nicolas
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The more I thought about it, the more I thought Zofia and I getting fake married was an excellent idea.
We already spent a ton of time together, so no one would think it was strange if we’d said we were secretly in love and decided to get married.
We knew we were sexually compatible, which meant we could take care of each other’s needs—if she wanted that.
Because there was no way either of us would be sleeping with anyone else if we were married.
It seemed impulsive on the surface, a joke, at first. And yet, it was rooted in logic. An easy way to appease the board and her family at the same time.
It was perfect, because there was no way was I going to find someone myself.
The idea of spending a few years dating someone before tying the knot?
I didn’t have that kind of time. Besides, the last time I’d seriously dated a girl was in high school.
We’d grown apart, and when we’d decided to go to a different college, she’d broken it off then.
Apparently, she didn’t see a future for us together.
That had hurt, but she’d been right. I’d been ambitious—ready to take over my father’s company, to pave a future for myself.
She’d wanted something more, and I couldn’t give it to her.
Falling in love? I wanted to laugh. Fat chance of that happening.
After my mother had passed away when I was young, dad had shut himself off from the world, his love—and loss—making him blind to what was right in front of him. His son.
I even didn’t remember her. All I had left of her was the old photos and the baby book she’d made for me. She’d been so excited to have a baby. So excited to watch me grow up. She’d been robbed of that. It wasn’t fair. Wasn’t fair that we’d both missed out on all of that.
Meanwhile, my dad was about to start all over with his new wife. Give a new baby the childhood I’d never had.
I hated that I was bitter. That there were cracks in my happy, perfect facade. Because while I pretended like nothing was wrong, sometimes it felt like I was slowly dying inside.
The only question was… how did I convince her? Of course, there was the power imbalance. Even after we got hypothetically married, I was still her boss. I’d have to figure out how to deal with that.
I had to remind myself that money couldn’t buy everything. But my mouth could. And oh, was I good with my mouth. Too bad I couldn’t put it to use now.
Much to my mouth and dick’s dismay, because it perked up any time I was around her. After our night together, I’d had to control my reactions a lot more often around the office.
One night together wasn’t enough. I hadn’t gotten her out of my system—not one bit.
That night together had been incredible.
Mind-blowing. I wished I’d had more condoms so I could have spent the whole time inside of her.
I’d never experienced that level of heat and chemistry before—not with anyone.
I’d wanted to spend all night tasting every part of her, memorizing each inch of her body, because I couldn’t get enough.
But I knew what we’d agreed.
One night. One night as just Nicolas and just Zofia.
We’d gone back to being boss and assistant, and now, I had to spend the whole day pretending I didn’t know what she looked like when she came. That I hadn’t had my face buried in her sweet pussy.
Maybe if she was my fake wife, I’d be able to remedy that.
First, I needed to find a way to prove to Zofia that I’d be the best fake husband she could ever want.
Even if she’d never wanted one at all.
I didn’t deserve her, but goddamn, I wanted her.
I was so fucked.