Asher

It’s been exactly three months since Angel and I made the deal of being my fake fiancé. We agreed by the time we’re done pretending I would a job referral and would also write a recommendation if needed.

Angel has been going to work with Eric but at the end of the day she would come home to my house. To say that it felt great to have her call my house home was a huge understatement. She made my house feel warmer than usual and by the time she leaves for work it suddenly becomes cold without her presence.

It’s also been a month since I’ve announced my engagement to the public and almost every social media was going crazy over Angel and I.

Today is a celebration for my company. Angel is attending as my fiancé. Within those three months that have gone I’ve learned as much as I could about Angel. I have yearned and longed to touch her within those three months but she made me promise that I wouldn’t lay a hand on her or kiss her if it had nothing to do with our fake relationship.

In those three months I’ve seen her in a towel, in short shorts, and in a nightgown. And I behaved and kept my word that I wouldn’t lay a finger on her? But each time she walks around like it’s nothing it has a huge effect on me and I ask myself every time, what sort of torture is this?

The celebration just started and many of our guest has arrived. Angel has yet to arrive but I walked around and talked to each of my guests. Some of them asked business questions while others asked about my engagement to which I just give them a wink.

I was in the middle of talking with one of the guests when all of a sudden everyone’s attention was at the entrance. I hope Eric wasn’t making a scene. I excused myself from my guest to see what all the commotion is. As the entrance came into my view I came to a complete halt. There stood at the entrance was none other than my beautiful Angel looking like the very meaning of her name.

She wasn’t wearing red like that night at the masquerade, this time she was wearing a silver evening gown that sparkled in the light. It had a sweetheart neckline but lace covered her arms. The gown fitted her well that it made each of her special features standout more. Her long raven hair was pinned up but had a few strands around her face. Her makeup wasn’t caked like most women who were here. She even wore the diamond ring that I gave her to show off our fake relationship.

She looked absolutely stunning, leaving me speechless.

When her grey eyes connected with mine she gave me a beautiful smile. And I find myself with the same question for the last three months, what sort of torture is this?

Every cell in me screamed out to touch her. My hands were burning with a scorching fiery and the only way to put out this fire was to touch her. What even burned more was my groin, wanting to be inside her was almost dire. I mentally punched myself for agreeing with not laying a finger on her.

She made her way towards me and I felt a literal angel was making her way towards me, the devil in disguise. When she stood in front of me I told her “You look beautiful.” Her cheeks showed a soft color of red making her look even more beautiful. She put one hand on my chest and leaned upwards to press a kiss to the corner of my lips.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” she complimented back. She’s oblivious of the effect she has on me. I suddenly remembered that we had to put on a show to prove that she and I were engaged. Everything seemed all too real for a moment.

She clung to my arm as we walked around the party, guests greeted and congratulated us on our engagement. The only person who knew it wasn’t real was Eric, Angel’s boss. Even though I’m borrowing his sexy-tary he still got something out of this whole relationship fraud. He got more exposure since it was shown on one of the magazines that my beautiful fiancé is a secretary at Anderson Inc.

Women all over New York City started applying at Anderson Inc. and Eric was thrilled, let me point out that most of the women who applied were single. Hoping they could also get engaged to a CEO.

I was caught off guard when Angel moved to stand in front of me and fixed the collar of my suit. She sighed and said “You’re a complete mess without me dear, what would you do without me?” My eyes were glued to her beautiful face that was focused on fixing my collar.

Indeed, what would I do without you?

It was truly a tormenting night. Angel walked around looking as beautiful as ever, and she showed her smile to everyone, it makes me almost jealous. But what made her even more beautiful was when she turned to look at me and smile. Knowing that smile was meant for me made my heart race.

“Asher dear, are you alright? You seem a bit distant tonight.” Angel asked. I gave her a soft smile and assured her “I’m alright… just thinking about work.” Lie. The only thing on my mind was her and what lied underneath that dress of hers.

When the celebration was over we retreated to our hotel suite. To keep up the image of our relationship Angel and I shared the suite. We walked around the suite almost like we were a married couple. She was barefoot, still wearing her dress but her hair was down and her face was clean from makeup. She walked around trying to find something.

I walked out of the bathroom only wearing sweatpants. I didn’t mind Angel’s presence, in fact, I preferred it over others. When I entered the bedroom, shirtless, I saw Angel taking off her jewelry. When she noticed me her gaze snapped towards me as her cheeks suddenly turned a crimson color.

“What?” I asked her, wondering what’s wrong.

“You’re naked.” she stuttered.

I chuckled at her cute reaction and said “If I was naked you would have a totally different reaction,” with a wink. “Why does it matter? You’ve seen me countless of times without a shirt.” I pointed out. She blushed even more and said “But we’re all alone in the room.”

When she pointed out the obvious I suddenly noticed her presence alone and it only magnified my want for her. I’m extremely tempted to take her to bed and fulfill my naughty imagination of endless wanting. When we stay at my house she would usually sleep in the guest room, much to my disappointment.

Both of us stared at each other, oozing sexual tension. It was almost suffocating. I felt like a cage beast by promising her that I won’t lay a finger on her. It’s was driving me absolutely nuts.

“Asher,” just by her saying my name is driving me even more nuts. “If I were to give in… would I wake up to see your face?”

My heart raced from hearing those words, I had to be sure.

“Give in to what?” I asked.

She took a big gulp before answering my question, “Give in to what I want… I’m asking you to claim me as yours.” I smirked at her answer as I slowly approached her. She backed away but her back hit the wall, she had no escape. Good.

I caressed her face as I practically purred “Give in… I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With those words, all chains broke loose.