The Billionaire and His Fake Wife

Chapter Thirteen

Ashlyn's cheeks turn a cute shade of red and she looks away from me. "And what if that is what I mean? Are you going to do something about it?" She asks, looking back up at me with challenging eyes.

I think about it for a second. While we are not technically married yet, so the no dating other people rule hasn't officially kicked in yet. I can't help but feel a little twinge of irritation and maybe a slight bit of jealousy. I don't like the thought of her sleeping with other men. I normally wouldn't give a s**t about stuff like that, but there is something about this girl that just draws me in, making me want to spend time with her. Most of all making me want to make her mine and keep her all to myself.

Ashlyn keeps staring at me with those same challenging eyes, almost begging me to do something. She is about to get her wish. "Actually there is something I would do about it." I say, voice steady and slightly amused, not showing much emotion. Showing emotion is not one of my strong suits and probably never will be.

Ashlyn's eyes widen slightly in shock before she quickly replaces her carefully crafted mask of confidence. I can see right through her act. She is nervous. Nervous because of me? I don't know, but I'm sure I probably have something to do with it. I've been told I am intimidating and make people nervous.

"What's that?" She asks, hesitantly.

"This." I smirk, leaning down to kiss her. Taking her lips in a rough, dominating kiss. Ashlyn is stiff at first, obviously caught off guard by my actions. She quickly loosens up though. Her hands go around my neck, pulling me in closer as she presses her body against mine. My hands slide further down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as we continue to kiss.

I kiss her hard, swirling my tongue around hers as I try to pull her even closer to me. Not that it is even possible at this point. One of her hands hesitantly slides down to my chest, while her other hand gently twists in my hair.

Ashlyn is the first to break the kiss, breathing heavily, looking around the crowded dance floor with bright red cheeks and wide eyes. It's almost as if she forgot we were in public. I didn't forget, I just didn't care. Nothing stops me from getting what I want. Right now, what I want is Ashlyn and that's what I am going to get.

"I- umm." She says, trying to think of what she wants to say. "I wasn't expecting that."

I smirk. Ashlyn is very cute when she is nervous. "I can tell."

She looks around the dance floor again, then up at me. "I should go and find Lena. I'm sure she is wondering where I disappeared to."

"Do you have your phone?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?" She asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"Text her. Tell her you found a stranger to have some fun with and you will see her tomorrow." I say, as I take her hand in mine.

Ashlyn's eyes go wide and she shakes her head. "What are you talking about?" She asks, taking her hand out of mine. "I am not going home with you."

"Yes, you are. You either come home with me or go back to your dorm alone. Those are your two options."

Ashlyn scoffs, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest. Which only makes her breasts that more noticeable, making it even harder to look away from them. "You are not my dad, you don't get to tell me what to do."

I smirk and lean in close to whisper. "Oh, trust me baby, I know I'm not your dad. The thoughts that are going through my mind right now are far to dirty for that." I say, letting my lips brush the shell of her ear.

A full body shiver rushes through her and I chuckle softly. "Now, what will it be? My house, with me or your dorm, alone?" I ask, staring directly into her beautiful eyes.

Ashlyn narrows her eyes at me and I can tell she wants to say something snarky. She doesn't though. Instead, she just stares at me for what feels like the longest minute of my life. Huffing she starts walking off the dance floor.

"Where are you going?" I ask, following behind her.

"To your damn house." She snaps, walking towards the exit.

I chuckle, walking a couple of steps behind her. I have never had anyone sound so angry about going to my house. Most women are practically racing me to my car. Then they don't want to leave.

I follow her outside. She stops on the sidewalk looking around and she finally turns around. Ashlyn frowns. "I don't know where your car is."

I laugh, unable to stop myself. Pulling out my phone I call Keith. "I'm ready."

"On my way, sir." Keith says.

Ashlyn shakes her head. "I should have known you have a driver."

I nod my head. "Yes, I do. You will have one too."

"I don't want one." She says, looking down at the ground.

I walk over closer to her, placing my hand on her lower back. Leaning down close to her ear, I whisper. "Too bad baby. Only the best for my wife."

Ashlyn looks up at me, the corner of her lips twitching in a small smile. "I'm not your wife."

"Not yet, but you will be." I say, as Keith pulls up in front of us.

Ashlyn shrugs, smirking. "Maybe, maybe not. We will have to wait and see how tonight goes."

I chuckle shaking my head, as I open the door for her. She slides in and I slide in next to her. "Take us to the house Keith." I say, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Keith nods and I can tell he is trying not to look at Ashlyn. I never bring women to my house. When women do visit the house, they always come and go in their own vehicles. I do not do dates, and I don't do romance. I also don't want to give women the wrong idea. So I always make sure they understand once we are done for the evening, we are done.

Ashlyn stares out the window, nervously biting her bottom lip and twisting her hands in her lap. I place my hand on her thigh, close to her knee and she jumps so high, she nearly hits her head on the roof of the car. I pull my hand away. "I didn't mean to startle you. I'm sorry."

Ashlyn's cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump like that. I'm just nervous." She whispers.

"Why are you nervous?" I ask, looking over at her.

"I don't know. I just get anxious around new people, I guess." She says, shrugging a little.

I can tell that's not the only reason, but I don't press her on it. I look out the window. "We will be at my house shortly."

Ashlyn doesn't say anything. A couple of seconds later she slides over closer to me, placing her hand on my thigh. I look over at her and she smiles, reaching up with her other hand to cup my cheek. Leaning down I take her soft lips in a passionate kiss, making her moan quietly against my lips.

Keith better get us to my house very quickly or he might end up seeing a show he will forget. Not that I could ever actually do that in front of him or anyone, for that matter. I don't want to share Ashlyn.

We kiss the entire rest of the way to my house. When we pull up in front of the house we are still kissing. Keith doesn't announce our arrival like he normally would when I'm alone. In fact if it hadn't been for the car stopping, I wouldn't have had a clue where we were. I'm to lost in this moment with her.

I reluctantly break the kiss and she looks at me with a disappointed frown. "Let's go inside." I say, opening the door and getting out of the car.

Ashlyn slides out, looking up at my house. "Oh my God." She whispers in awe. "Your house is beautiful."

"Thank you." I say, turning to look at her. "Would you like to see the inside?"

She nods her head. "Yes, please."

I take her hand and walk up to the front door. "Welcome to your new home for the next year." I say, winking.