The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Roman’s POV

I walked toward Sofie, smirking inwardly as she nervously fidgeted with her shirtsleeves, although the shirt was technically mine.

I basked in the proud sensation that engulfed me when I saw how reddened her cheeks were, and how she couldn’t seem to hold my gaze, and had her stare fixated behind me.

Cupping her jaw with a hand, I smirked, “Was that what you were expecting to hear? That cliché, overused line?”

She seemed bedazzled as she finally averted her gaze on me, “I-I don’t understand what you mean by that. What are you trying to say?” She stuttered.

I chuckled as I cocked my head to look directly into her eyes, “Last night was everything but a mistake, we had a nice time together. I was merely teasing you.”

Her hazel eyes widened, “So you don’t think it was a drunken mistake then. Is that what you are trying to say?”

“Yes, doll. I’d be stupid to deny how much I liked it or did you not like it?” I asked, cupping her face before bringing our lips together in a feathery kiss.

“I loved it, Roman. My body loves being with you.” She whispered into the kiss, and that familiar heavy sensation settled on my chest again.

Why did I feel disappointed by her choice of words? Was I expecting her to say that she loved being with me?

“My body also loves being with yours. It really does.” I confessed before kissing her again, this time with more intensity as flames of desire cascaded through me.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“But, Roman,” Sofie withdrew her lips from the kiss as she placed her hands on my biceps and gazed up at me.

“Yes, doll.”

“What about the contract? You know it states that we shouldn’t have this sort of thing between us and I-I don’t know but I’m somewhat scared of it.” She mumbled, her eyes twinkling with trepidation.

I placed a kiss on her nose bridge before saying, “Don’t worry about it. I can change anything in the contract whenever I want, so there’s no need to fret over it, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Her doe, brown eyes peered into my eyes.

“Of course, doll. I drafted it after all.” I chuckled as she hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“Shouldn’t you check on your pancakes?” She asked as she littered sensual feathery kisses from the crook of my shoulder down to my chest.

“They’re done. I switched off the gas cooker already.” I gritted out as she palmed me through my joggers.

“I want you to fill me up, Roman. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you, no matter how hard you fuck me. I love how you fuck me like you’re mad at me.” She whispered, sinking down to her knees as she made to loosen my waistband.

Her dirty talk was doing something to me.

Something dangerous yet exciting.

I placed a hand over hers and shook my head in negation, “No, doll. At least not now.”

“Why? Do you think I can’t properly suck you off?” She gaped up at me, her eyes glinting with lustful fire.

“Do you know what I like most about you?” I said, carding my fingers through her brown tresses.

She shook her head in negation, “What is it?”

“This dirty mouth of yours and every foul word that comes out of it.” I said as I lightly smacked her lips with my forefinger.

I wasn’t surprised when she sucked on my forefinger, “Patience, doll. We have three more days in Greece to ourselves.”

“But I want you to fill up my mouth with your cum, Roman and after that, I want you to fuck me so hard that my legs will tremble whenever I think of you. I want you inside me, daddy.” As she said the last statement, her voice quieted down to a sultry whisper.

All my life, I never knew I had a daddy kink, and I’d always thought people that were into it were nothing but weirdos but I couldn’t believe how badly turned on I was at that moment.

“This dirty mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day, doll.” I whispered as I felt my cock stretch to it’s full, erect length inside my joggers.

“If by trouble you mean having you inside me, then I want that, daddy. I want to be in trouble.” She whispered, yanking herself up from her kneeling position, and trailing hickeys from my crotch to my Adam’s apple.

I couldn’t hold myself back from fiercely capturing her lips in an heated kiss. Sofie had succeeded in working my arousal up so high that I badly wanted to peel her shirt off, and just fuck her senseless on the countertop.

I wanted nothing more than to reduce her into a babbling, cum-dripping mess.

Hoisting her legs around my waist, I slid my hands into her shirt to cup and squeeze her bare ass cheeks. She sighed into the kiss as I brought us further into the kitchen, and placed her on the countertop.

Her hands took control of my dick as she stroked me through the thickness of my joggers, and made precum trickle down my cock while I scattered love bites down her jaw.

Just as I was about to slip a finger into her core, the oven chimed to remind me about the bagels I had left inside it to bake some minutes ago.

“Were you baking something?” Sofie asked after we broke the kiss, and I nodded.

“Bagels.” I said as I slipped my hands into a pair of oven mittens and brought out the baked pastries.

“You’re full of wonders, Roman. I didn’t know you could even boil water yet here you are making pancakes and bagels. I have to admit that I’m really impressed.” Her voice had a teasing lilt to it.

I tilted my head toward her, “You thought I was a spoiled rich brat who always relied on maids and butlers for everything, didn’t you?”

“Guilty.” She sheepishly grinned as she buttoned up her shirt.

I scoffed fondly, “Nana wouldn’t have any of that, she made sure I learnt how to cook on the weekends when I was in middle school and even when I went home for holidays when I was in highschool.”

“You lived away from her in highschool?”

“Yeah, I went to a boarding school. She was ill back then, so she couldn’t look after me properly and she didn’t quite trust her maids and butler to do the job.” I explained, to which Sofie nodded as she jumped down from the countertop to grab some plates and cutleries.

“That reminds me, I haven’t seen Dave and the helpers today.” She said as I splattered some maple syrup on the pancakes.

I recapped the bottle of maple syrup as I turned to her, “They don’t live here. They only come around to help.”

“Okay then.” She grinned at me as she placed the plate of bagels on the kitchen table.

I had to admit, seeing Sofie in nothing but my shirt being so domestic made something pleasant sizzle within me and for a moment, I couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to be truly engaged to her.