The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: Part 2 (The Billionaire Saga 2)

I ended up just shaking my head. “I don’t know, okay. He was drunk. I was drunk. And I happen to have a huge weakness for ‘The Pursuit of Happiness.’ Can we please just leave it at that?”

“Fine.” She smiled innocently. “For now.” She held up a hand. “I thought you said kissing wasn’t on the table anymore. You said there would be no kissing and that you would be strictly professional.”

“You know what tequila can do to you. I was under the influence. And Marcus is hot. How could I possibly stay away? He was out of that suit, in nice, normal clothes, and acting like one of us. I couldn’t resist. And we had this amazing connection.”

“You know what? I would’ve fucked him on the beach in St. Tropez.”

“Amanda!”

“Well, I would’ve!”

“Sex is not part of the deal!”

“But foreplay is? These are very confusing rules.”

I playfully slapped her.

“You didn’t answer,” she laughed.

“The kisses, they just happened. They weren’t supposed to. But he seduced me with his eyes.”

“I thought it was the hot ass.”

“Were you looking at his ass?”

“Looked? Hell, I stared at his fine ass.”

I laughed. “Okay, I can’t be late.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I stared at your fiancé’s ass.”

“He’s my fake fiancé, so don’t worry. You’re off the hook.”

“What’s it like to kiss a billionaire? To kiss a man who owns a plane, a yacht, a huge mansion? A man who’s on magazine covers and newspapers?”

“I didn’t think about any of that when I was kissing him. I just knew the kiss was magical. It just took my breath away. I’ve never been kissed like that! Not ever. Not even with my ex.”

“Wow! That must’ve been some kiss.”

“It was. No more kissing, though.”

“You’ve got to go cold turkey. I know his kisses are addictive. But there should be no kisses when you’re fake dating.”

“Agreed.”

“You know his reputation, girl.”

“You know he dated the hottest fashion model around?”

“Madalina Diana Ghenea. I read that. He also dated Megan Fox, Kat Graham, and Kat Dennings.”

“How can I even compete with that? If those girls couldn’t tame him, then how would I ever?”

“He’s a free spirit. I bet he’s a bachelor until he’s forty. I just don’t want to see you get your heart broken. Just remember, this is a job, and nothing more. Now go bring home the bacon!”

I laughed. “I’ve definitely earned my paycheck. And not in a hooker sort of way.”

“Just pretend like you’re playing a big part in a movie. Act your little heart out. Then get paid. I really need to get me an acting gig like yours.”