Her Fake Billionaire Husband

9: Romancing “his wife”

*Ines*

I am awakened by a rather annoying sound, realising someone is knocking at the door. I pull the blanket closer around me. “Come in”.

“Morning”. A small friendly looking man comes in. “You probably don’t remember me, I am LZ, we know each other”.

“Morning LZ”. There is actually a hint of recognition in my mind, then it is gone.

He closes the door as he walks in. “The boss sent me to wake you and tell you where everything is and make sure you get up..”. He stops, looking at me. “You should not just tell me to come in”.

“But.. you just said you came to..”. I feel rather confused.

“Anyone could knock, you didn’t even ask who it was”. He has this expression like a disappointed father, and it is hard not to laugh.

I manage to swallow my amusement. “Okay, next time I will ask who it is”.

“And you think an assassin would tell you who he is ?” He huffs. “You should not answer..”.

“Then don’t knock on my door”. Seriously, what is it I am supposed to do ?

He shakes his head as he goes to open a door. “Dressing room is in here, the bathroom is over there… the boss… your husband will be up to enjoy lunch with you in an hour”. He walks towards the door. “And remember, don't let anyone in”.

“Get out then”. I huff, throwing a pillow at him, but it only hits an already closed door.

I roll out of bed, keeping the blanket wrapped around me, just in case, dragging it along the floor as I walk to the dressing room. Wow, we must be rich, this is enormous. One side has suits, shirts and other male clothing.. the other has dresses, sweaters and skirts.. everything looks expensive and.. brand new.. Do I like.. throw my clothes away after one wear ?

I walk in, letting my fingers glide over the beautiful garments. At least I seem to have great taste.

Then I walk back through the bedroom area, heading for the bathroom. I stop in the doorway with a gasp. “Oh wow, fancy”.

I quickly turn the golden knobs letting warm water pour into the giant tub, then I grab the bottle of strawberry scented bubble bath and pour it in the water, breathing in the mouth watering scent that spreads in the room.

Dropping the blanket I quickly peel off my panties and lower myself into the water with a sigh. “Oh God it feels good”.

*Jackson*

I think about knocking, but this is my home after all, and it might seem weird if her supposed husband knocks. Damn, am I really keeping up this charade ? Apparently since I had Nick and LZ put in everything a woman might need while she was sleeping, sometimes having a shitload of money comes in handy.

“Ines ?” I ask, out into the empty room, for a second I get nervous, then I hear water splashing and soft singing from the bathroom.

I slowly walk to the door. She is singing some local Cuban song, about a girl searching for her lost love, it has a samba-like rhythm and she seems to be almost dancing in the tub with her eyes closed. She looks utterly adorable.

“I am not lost, I am right here darlin”. I say softly.

“Oh !” She gives a small jolt and her eyes spring open. “Don’t scare me like that”.

I try not to imagine the parts of her covered by water and foam. “Sorry.. you look quite cute when you are singing”.

“I remember the lyrics.. isn’t that weird ? I can’t remember my own name, but I remember the lyrics to that song”. She looks up at me.

“Maybe it means your memories are coming back”. I remind myself to make sure there are no potential weapons within her reach when that happens. “Are you ready to come out of that tub and have some lunch ?”

She looks around. “Yeah... I forgot to take a towel”.

“No problem”. I go get one of the fluffy bathrobes, holding it open to her. “Here you go.. I promise not to look”.

I look up at the ceiling, again trying to hold my imagination in check as I hear the water slush around and then feel her slip into the robe. “Okay I am decent”.

I can’t stop myself from leaning in, slowly breathing her in, my nose almost touching her neck. “Strawberries and vanilla, you smell like a delicious dessert my dear”.

“It’s the bubbles and shampoo”. She whispers.

“Hmm with a hint of you.. it’s absolutely mouthwatering”. Before I can get a hold of my desires my mouth slowly travels over the soft skin on the side of her neck, my teeth teasingly gracing her earlobe. “It’s tempting to just eat you for lunch instead”.

She gasps, but she doesn’t move away. “Jackson !”

“Well, another time..”. I wrap my arms around her petite body, tying the robe, then I turn her in my arms, smiling down at her. “Come have lunch with me”.

*Ines*

My legs feel like jello and my pulse is racing like a thoroughbred. My skin feels on fire where his lips touch me. Shouldn’t it spark some memories ? Shouldn’t those feelings be known to me ? I mean how can I have forgotten feeling like my body would melt.

“Sure”. I croak and he gives me another smile as he takes my hand, leading me into the room.

The table has been decked with all kinds of breaks, cold cuts, patés and fresh fruits and I lose a step.

“I hope it’s good enough.. I can order something warm if you prefer it”. He says, as he guides me to a chair, and helps me sit down.

“No this is fine, it’s more than fine”. I look at all the food. “It looks amazing”.

He sits down on the other chair. “Not as amazing as you my dear”.

I feel myself blush. I am starting to get why I apparently married this man.. I mean handsome, clearly rich, charming and he seems to dote on me at every opportunity… Why then do I have this nagging feeling at the back of my mind ?

As we are eating, we talk. Jackson is telling me about the hotel and once again stating that I should stay here, in our apartment, as long as we don’t know who tried to kill me. He wants to keep me safe. I get that, even though I hate the idea of being stuck here.

“By the way.. how did we meet ?” I ask, thinking maybe that story could spark my memory.

“Uhm..”. His smile is suddenly a bit stiff, then there is a knock on the door and he looks relieved. “Come in”.

LZ pokes his head in. “Sorry to disturb, boss, but Nick has..”. He looks at me, then smiles. “..That thing you requested”.

“Thanks”. He says, giving LZ a nod, making him close the door. Then he gets up, coming over to me. “I am sorry but I have to go attend to some important business. Eat some more, relax.. I will be back later. Okay ?”

“I don’t really have a choice do I ?” I say with a sigh.

He chuckles softly. “No.. it’s for your own best”.

I huff, but the sound dies in my throat when he leans down, softly ghosting my lips over his, then he whispers against my mouth. “I don’t want anything to happen to you”.

As he leaves my fingers go to my lips where they are burning from the touch of his.