Bad Neighbor - Single Mom Fake Fiance Romance

My mouth fell open. I hardly knew what to say. “Would we have to—” “Fuck?” Chase asked, putting it bluntly. “Yeah,” I said, my cheeks getting hot. He shook his head. “No, strictly business. I’ll give you a place to stay, and you help me play happy family.”

He was serious. It was crazy, but pretending to be in a relationship with the womanizer sounded better than living on the streets.

“Deal,” I said, and we shook on it.

Chapter Five

Chase

I could hardly believe my luck. The perfect woman just showing up like that. Ashlyn also didn’t seem to object to the fake fiancé idea, which was a relief. I could have been a sleaze and tried to leverage her legal situation against her, but there were limits to what even I would do, real estate lawyers in L.A. having roughly the same reputation as Beelzebub. Not only was I getting a hot, younger fiancé but now I also had a cute little kid. One who looked a bit like me to boot. I went over it again and again in my head, but I couldn’t find a way in which this plan wouldn’t work. The only weak link might be holes in our story. If we got that down, everything would be fine. Even if Etta was low enough to try to steal me away from what she believes was my fiancé and our daughter, I would have sound reason to turn her down and make her look like the villain. At worst, I would get rid of her without any major fallout with Whitney. At best, my sister might see what a bitch her friend was and finally cut ties — like I had long ago.

It hadn’t been easy. Etta had a way of getting to you. She gave promises of friendship or of love so earnest in their delivery it was near impossible not to believe her. Even when evidence to the contrary was presented. She was always ready with an explanation or an excuse. In my case, it wasn’t until I found out that she had four other guys going at the same time we were dating that the truth finally hit. Etta was a borderline psychopath who would do almost anything to get what she wanted. “I should go and check on Katie,” Ashlyn said, when we had shaken hands, making our agreement official. “Alright, sleep well,” I said. Ashlyn got herself up and headed down the hall, leaving me alone with my tumbler. Something I hadn’t experienced in a few years. My bedmates usually stayed for breakfast at my invitation. I may have been a player, but I tried not to be a cad. Despite myself, and against my better judgment, I watched Ashlyn as she left, walking down the long hallway, my eyes on her beautiful, young ass. She was more than a decade younger than me, but that didn’t seem to affect my libido at all. She really was pretty hot. Despite the alcohol and stress of the night, I was still rock hard, and it was all because of Ashlyn. Her suggestion that we might fuck sending my pulse pumping. I restrained myself, mostly because it seemed wrong to take advantage of her desperation but goddamn, I did want to.

Alone, I wondered why I had never noticed her much before. I had certainly seen her around, mostly in the hall while coming or going. Ashlyn seemed to keep to herself and was, therefore, something of a mystery.

Unzipping my pants, I released my big, hard cock, relief washing over me in an awesome way. I tended to wear my pants looser than was usual for my profession. I knew full well my tenancy toward arousal. My overall sex drive not having diminished much since I was younger and falling for Etta’s bullshit. She would always fuck me after lying, which made the lies that much more difficult to see.

It was also why I had become a player when I got out of the army. I did pretty well in the army too, despite the fact that the guys outnumbered the women by about a hundred to one, and the fact there were pretty clear rules against fraternization. Though why such a draconian code still exited in the 21st century anyone’s guess. Though even then, I could talk my way out of a tricky situation.

Ann liked to joke that the first argument I ever made in court was the time I was nearly court marshaled. It turned out one of my bed buddies had been the only daughter of a five-star general who took some exception to my actions. Fortunately for me, I had been fighting bullies like him since grade school. Huey P. Newton had once said that he had studied the law so he could be a better criminal. I had become a lawyer to help others break stupid laws more effectively and the property laws in California were some of the stupidest around.