My Fake Billionaire Husband

At Any Cost

Mark's Point of View

I've never succeeded in being a romantic person in my life, not even as a fake romantic guy. I thought my proposal would give her a romantic story to tell her friends, but when she said yes, with all the happiness and excitement rising on her face, I realized that I had made a big mistake, and I realized that I should have slowed down before I did stupid emotionless things. She looks fragile but romantic. When I told her the truth behind my fake proposal and saw the disappointment and shock on her face, I felt like a real jerk. She is not like me; she has feelings and I should take them into consideration before doing anything. 

Bravo Mark, Within less than twenty-four hours, you showed her what a jerk and emotionless person you are.

On the way to her studio, her silence was killing me, so I decided to break the silence and open up a conversation. "Tomorrow, I will share the news with my family. I think you should come with me. " I waited for her to say something, but she only nodded and kept looking outside the window. I wanted her to talk to me, so I decided to ask her a question.

"When will you move in with me?"

She turns to look at me.

"Soon, I need to pack my stuff, inform my colleagues about my new status as a married person, and then I’ll move in with you," Katy said quietly. The rest of the way, I turned on some light music and she just kept quiet.

When we arrive at her building, I expect her to say something like, "Come on, let's have coffee," or "Would you like to come up for a while," but she simply smiles and says, "Thank you for the lovely evening, Mark."And then she opens the door and walks out of the car.

When I arrive at my house, I park my car. Finally, some peace of mind. I walk into the house. Within a few days, it won’t be the same anymore. Someone will share this empty house with me. I head over to the bathroom to take a shower, the cold water will help me. I need to remove her addictive scent from me. I must stay away from her and grab every chance to keep her out of my thoughts. I need to stop being so turned on just by seeing her. I need to get her out of my system. I need my boy down there to stop erecting from her voice, her look, her smile, and her fascinating big brown eyes. I start imagining her here, and what I want to do to her. I'm still turned on after ten minutes of being submerged in cold water. I need to release this tension, so I start m**********g. I close my eyes and imagine her here with me. How I wish it was her hands holding my c**k and her lips kissing me harshly. A moan escaped my mouth when I came hard, and it's all for her. 

I go to bed, recalling how the night went. Everything went well until I told her the truth, but I preferred not to lie to her since I would never be romantically involved with anyone. She looked fascinating, stunning. No words can describe her beauty. I start to wonder if she'll want to share my bedroom when she moves in, or which room she'll take. Would she like to have a physical relationship with us? I know I would want that, and I won’t be able to last as long as this marriage will last without s*x. Oh no, I can’t last. I want s*x, I need s*x, and I love s*x, but this time with Katy, I want her so badly at any cost.

When I wake up the next morning, I immediately start thinking about Katy. I don't know why I feel excited about us living together. I called my parents and informed them I had some news I would like to share with them. They don’t interfere in my life, unlike Katy’s parents. I make my coffee and dial Katy’s number. She doesn’t answer. I drank my coffee thinking about how we ended up together in bed. Trying so hard to remember anything about that night isn’t going to be an easy task. I remember a few things, like the dance, the kiss, the walk towards the car... Oh yes, I remember she was walking and she was drunk, so I decided to drive her home, but why was I naked in her bed?

I called her again, and again, no answer. Is she still upset with me? What’s wrong? Is she okay? Has something happened? I need to go see her. I need to make sure she’s fine.

It’s ten-thirty in the morning. I rushed to her place to check up on her. I feel like she's my responsibility now, and I messed with her feelings last night. 

I knock on her door, trying to maintain calm, but no one opens. So I decided to knock harder. I’m almost breaking the door with my knocks and calling her mobile, again and again. I can hear her phone ringing, and the sound is getting closer and closer. Katy opens the door grumpily, and I see her in the cutest, most adorable look ever. She's wearing her pajamas, her hair pulled into a bun, with one eye open, and the second eye is probably still seeing the dream she's having. 

"What what what?" She’s yelling, "What do you want?"

She leaves the door open, so I walk in after her. "I’m trying to call you, but it seems you were sleeping."

"Thanks to you, I’m no longer sleeping."

"I wanted to see you. I was worried." I waited for her to say something, but she didn't, so I continued, "Today is Sunday, and we are meeting my folks to tell them about us. Did you forget? "

She stood up quickly as if the emergency alarm had hit her! "Oh My God, s**t I forgot." She stands up, walks two steps to the left, then three steps to the right. She's at a complete loss; "s**t, s**t, fuck..." she’s cursing. "I need to take a shower and dress up fast." She walks towards the bathroom, turns to me, and says, "Mark, help yourself, and make some coffee for both of us."

Twenty-five minutes passed. I’m checking my emails, trying to make myself busy. She opens the bathroom door wearing nothing but her bathrobe. Her hair is wet. I can see water bubbles scrolling down her beautiful chest. I wish I could see through her bathrobe. She’s a goddess as if God took all the time to create her beauty. Dirty thoughts come to my mind, and all the blood in my head goes directly to my c**k, pressing hard against my jeans. I switched my sitting position to hide my affection from her. Every time I see her, I feel the urgent need to mark her body as mine. I want her in my bed, under my mercy at any cost. 

"Do you mind?" She’s staring at me. I wanted to break the ice between us, so I told her.

"Baby, you’ll be my wife soon. Do you think we can resist each other? " I wink at her with a smirking smile.

"f**k off, Mark, in your dreams," she responds directly.

I laugh and turn my face. Only if she knew the pleasure I could give her, and how I would love to taste her sweetness, and that I really don’t mind having a s****l relationship between us during marriage since we are both adults with needs.

But why am I becoming interested in a provocative woman I met two days ago? Why do I like it when we irritate each other?

That’s weird.

She wears a casual knee-length dress with sandals on her feet. She didn’t put so much effort into any makeup; she kept her natural beauty. 

Three words sum up her current status:

Katy looks astonishing.