His Fake Fiancee: BBW Romance (Fake it For Me)

Christina

“Are you sure about this?”

“I wouldn’t have had the paperwork drawn up if I wasn’t.” Ivan nods.

“It’s just fifty percent...” I’ll own fifty percent of Volkov Holdings. Not a bad anniver

sary present. I would have rather had him all day in bed alone like he promised. We’ve done the previously thought impossible, unloaded our three beautiful children on Gemma for the week. We’ll get payback when we get her two next month. Over the years, we have settled for three day weekends several times a year and even a handful of five days once Kayla turned two almost five years ago. But this anniversary we have the house all to ourselves for seven whole days.

I was promised one day all alone in bed but this is our second day and still no all day in bed. Yesterday we went shopping for and bought a new home, a long overdue purchase of a big sprawling home in the suburbs where the children could roam freely right by their schools. Today the lawyer interrupted sex in the kitchen after breakfast.

The lawyer looks at me with concern. “Is there a problem, Mrs. Volkov?”

Ivan bends over me and whispers. “Sign the damn thing and I’ll keep in bed for forty-eight hours straight with my cock buried inside you until you are sore, Mrs. Volkov.”

I sign and push the paperwork over to the lawyer. “Thanks for coming, have a good day.”

Ivan picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder and nods at the lawyer. “You know the way out.”

Landing on the bed, I whip my shirt off. And watch as Ivan slowly undresses. It hasn’t happened yet. Ten years and counting and the sight of him still makes me weak in the knees. My blood still gets hot and sticky when he looks at me like he is now. “I love you. Thank you.”

Ivan goes still, then walks slowly toward me. “For what?”

“For everything. Loving me, the company, our children, the life we’ve made together. Thank you, for all of it.”

“Love.” One word, it’s all he says as his lips meet mine.