Between Love and Loathing: Dom and Clara's Fake Dating Story

He was a good man, a man I shouldn’t want but did.

“Because you’re mine, and I only claim perfection. Beautiful imperfect perfection.”

“Just— I want you, Dominic.”

“Dominic, I’m not kidding. Please, I want you.”

“Exactly what do you want now?”

“I want you to fuck me.” She said it fast, but I shook my head slow.

“Wrong. You see, I’m the artist and the expert here, baby.”

“No, it’s not fraud. That’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through,” I grumbled and clicked off the phone.

“Clara Milton, don’t you know you could be in the middle of a crowd at a concert on the other side of the country, and I’d still find you, baby, because you always stand out.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I muttered. “Just fine.”

I was not in fact fucking fine.

I was falling in love with my fake girlfriend.

“Try again, little fighter. This time, no lies.”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. Of course the same goes for me. I’m not in the business of sleeping with a woman I’m not attracted to and it seems the only one I am attracted to right now is you. I woke up thinking about you in my study, and I’ll go to bed thinking about you coming on my cock with your pretty hair draped over your tits in my bed. Want to go fulfill my fantasy now or later?”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “I’ve got only a few weeks left until this opening. And you do too. We need to work, not mess around. Plus, being professional is—”

“Overrated when I know how you taste.”

“Tell me.” I thrust my cock against her stomach. “That feel like my dick thinks this is fake to you? You’re here for three more months. You’re exclusively mine for all of them.”

“You’re counting down?”