Fake Marriage Box Set

“Like this entire time I’ve been waiting for the rest of my life,” I said. It was obviously a lie, but he needed to think that we were truly in love. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for her to start my life.”

Ron nodded as he listened to me. He wasn’t the romantic time, neither of us were, but he smiled softly.

“That’s some heavy shit,” he said. “Crazy that she’s been beside you this entire time, huh?”

I desperately wanted to tell him the truth, but I knew that it had gone too far. Tricking a dying woman, my best friend, and practically the entire world that we were in love? At this point, I wasn’t even sure who the bad guy would look like. Sure, Maddie was the one receiving the money, but I was the one willing to pay for a fake relationship. It looked bad on the both of us.

“How’s life with your woman?” I asked, desperate to get the attention off of me. “Still dating the open swinger club?

“She isn’t in a swinger’s club,” he said. “Close, but we don’t switch off partners.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t be against it,” I said. He shook his head.

“I know you got this fairy tale romance shit going on, but I’m telling you, what we got is the real deal. She fucks who she wants, I fuck who I want, and yet we still find the time to fuck each other. If Maddie weren't my baby cousin, I’d encourage you to suggest it, but frankly, the thought of Maddie in any way like that makes me sick.”

I chuckled. “No thanks, anyways. I’m not the sharing type.”

I had never been the jealous type either, but the thought of Maddie in the arms of another man made me somehow both uncomfortable and enraged.

“She was pretty pissed when I said I’d have to reschedule our date night tomorrow,” Ron said.

“I’m sorry for the late notice, but I need you at the wedding,” I said. “Moral support and all.”

“I know, I’m fucking with you,” he said. “I’d be pretty pissed if I wasn’t invited at least, or even asked to be your best man, ev

en if it wasn’t a grand gesture like you see on the internet these days.”

I laughed. As soon as I arrived at his house earlier I had blurted out my insecurities about the wedding, he had consoled me, and I asked him to be my best man as I poured myself a whiskey. Definitely not a grand gesture.

“I’ll make it up to you somehow,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it. Well, maybe just let me stay in your mansion while you’re on your honeymoon,” he suggested.

“Honeymoon?” I asked. “Shit, we haven’t even talked about that. We probably won’t have a honeymoon for another few months.” Not to mention our annulment process might have started by then.

“I understood,” he said. “Does she have her wedding dress yet?”

I slammed my drink on the counter. Did she? She hadn’t mentioned it, and I hadn’t bought one for her. I pulled out my phone with the intent to message her when Ron pulled it out of my hand.

“If she doesn’t have it, go pick her up and take her shopping,” he said.

“What, is that supposed to be a romantic gesture?” I asked.

“You’re fucking hopeless,” Ron said and laughed. “Yeah, it’s a romantic gesture, now go get her in your car and take her to the fanciest wedding dress shop in town.”

“This sounds expensive,” I said and slipped on my shoes.

“Weddings generally are,” he said and nearly pushed me out of his house. He closed the door behind me, and I got in my car and drove toward Maddie’s apartment.

Ten minutes after calling her and telling her to meet me outside, Maddie finally emerged from her apartment’s doors and got in the car.

“What’s this about?” she asked. She was in a light green floral dress that barely touched her mid thighs, and I had to squeeze my hand and refrain from putting my palm on top of her smooth skin. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun with wisps sticking out on the sides, and she smelled of soap and shampoo. I must have called her as soon as she was out of a shower. My cock twitched at the thought of her soapy body and my hands over it, but I forced it out of my head. There were more important things to do.

“You don’t have a wedding dress,” I said and got on the freeway.

“I didn’t think I needed one,” she said. “I mean, I have a simple white dress that would work.”

“You really think my mother is going to be okay with her daughter-in-law wearing a simple cotton dress on her wedding day?” I asked. “If she had it her way, my mom would probably want you in a giant princess-style ball gown.”