Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(45)

“There you are.” He grinned down the hallway as he spoke to Barbie. “Go and get me my coffee, woman.”

“I was just seeing if TJ was okay,” Barbie said with a shrug and pulled the sheet up again. “Go back to bed. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Fine.” He grinned and I turned to him with a frown, thoroughly disappointed in him. “Morning, bro,” he called out to TJ and winked at him. Then he looked at me, winked, then at Sally, and I could see a slight look of shame on his face before he headed back into his room.

“I’d better go and get his coffee,” Barbie said with a purr. “I think he needs it before round two.” She walked back down the corridor and I turned to TJ. “You’re okay with your girl hooking up with Cody?”

“She’s not my girl,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “It wouldn’t be the first time Cody has taken my leftovers.” He shrugged and then continued. “Looks like you’re part of the only happy couple on this trip.” He looked at my lips and then flicked his tongue for a few seconds. “You okay?” He turned to Sally with a small frown and she nodded, though I could see her eyes were red.

“Excuse me,” she squeaked out and hurried to the room.

“I need to go with Sally,” I said as I made to follow her, but TJ grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“Just answer me this question first,” he said with a straight face.

“Sure.” I nodded, unsure of what he was going to ask.

“When you played with yourself last night, was it my face or Troy’s that you imagined on top of you?” His eyes darkened as he gazed down at me and he pushed me back into the wall, pressing himself into me before he lowered his head and whispered into my ear. “Was it my cock or Troy’s that you imagined sliding into you, making you wet?” he muttered as I felt his hardness pushing into me. I swallowed hard as we stood there, and I was about to answer when I heard Troy walking back into the house and shouting, “Honey, I’m home.”





Chapter Fourteen

TJ

I stepped back from Mila and I could see her face reddening as she looked down the corridor. Troy came bounding through the hallway with a huge smile on his face and a big bouquet of flowers. “There you are, darling,” he said with a huge grin as he spied Mila.

“Hey,” she said weakly and I could see her looking at me. I ignored her face as I knew I would break out laughing.

“I missed you this morning,” he said as he stopped in front of us. “I wish we could have shared the bed last night,” he said and gave her a light kiss on the lips. I wanted to smack him then but instead kept a neutral expression on my face.

“So what are the two of you going to do today?” I asked them with a congenial smile. “Planning on going for a ride in the Mercedes?” I looked at Mila and smiled widely. “Oh, wait, I don’t remember seeing the Benz in the driveway.” I frowned and looked at Troy. “What car did you bring?”

“What Mercedes Benz?” Troy looked confused.

“The one you like to drive up the highway.” Mila gave him a look. “The convertible,” she prodded. “I told TJ about it. I didn’t know you wanted to keep it a secret.”

“I, uh, yeah.” Troy gave me a look and it was all I could do to stop from laughing. I couldn’t believe that Mila was carrying on with this charade. I hadn’t been prepared for the fact that she’d play along with it so long. I’d thought she would lose it when Troy showed up out of nowhere. The Troy she’d made up in her mind. The Troy I’d hired, whose real name was Mike. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Did she really think that Troy was real? Was she crazy? I bit my lower lip to stop from laughing. My best guess was that she thought that Sally, her crazy best friend, had hired Troy and they hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. I was going to enjoy staring at Mila’s face when she found out the truth. I wasn’t sure what she’d say when she realized I knew that Troy didn't exist. She’d be pissed. Maybe she’d shout at me. Maybe she’d smack me. Maybe she’d hold me tight and wrestle me to the ground and sit on me, pinning me down to the ground in her eagerness. I almost groaned at the thought. That was wishful thinking on my side. I wanted her to take her frustration out on me physically. I’d love to feel her dominating me, taking control, making me beg her to let me lose. I’d go along with it because I knew that after she made me beg, I would be making her beg. And I wouldn’t be showing mercy.


“So what are your plans for the future?” I asked, my face serious as I stared at the two of them. “I hope your intentions are pure,” I said as I stared at Troy, one eyebrow raised.

“I, uh,” Troy stammered again and swallowed hard. He looked over at Mila and I watched as he stared at her body. “I was hoping I could take you to dinner tonight, just you and me,” he said softly and I froze. What the hell was he playing at? Was he seriously trying to take out Mila? My Mila!

“Um, where did you want to go, honey?” Mila said, her expressive face looking surprised as she gazed back at Troy. I wanted to grab her and pull her into my arms and tell her to stop acting. I knew that Troy was a fake.

“Maybe seafood?” Troy said with a small smile. “I heard the lobster and crabs around here are good.”