The Pretend Boyfriend 2 (Inhumanly Handsome, Humanly Flawed Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Artemis Hunt
Authors: Artemis Hunt
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Police, fifty shades, Erotic Romance, Billionaire, billionaire romance, rape, arrest, billionaire erotica, oral sex, playboy, Player
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kisses the top of her head. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”
21
“So how much do you think I can get for it?” Brian asks.
The realtor – a short middle-aged man in a business suit – scans the lounge of Brian’s penthouse, now nicely put back in place. The glass fragments have been cleaned up and thrown away. The lampstand and table have been replaced. The curtain has been neatly hung.
“I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Morton. The market is soft right now. Once folks find out who you are, they’re going to try to take advantage of your current situation.”
“I know. But I’ll have to ultimately sell anyway.”
Brian has made an inventory of things that have to go, including his expensive Italian furniture, his modern art and his collections of rare magazines, rare pens, and Jaegar LeCoultre Reverso watches. He figures he might be able to actually get a profit out of them.
Then there’s always that pair of diamond earrings he had bought for Sam, tucked away in its little velvet box snugly in his safe.
No. He doesn’t want to sell those.
He knows he hasn’t been exactly honest with Sam. He didn’t exactly have the money to fund her new gym. The amount required is considerable. There is space to rent. Equipment to buy. Lots of fixtures to put in. He would have to liquidate something to generate the cash flow.
The only asset he has is his apartment.
But he would have to downgrade anyway to reflect his current status. The party is over – at least for now.
“All right then. I’ll float it out. See what we can get,” says the realtor.
“Oh yeah, and see if you can get me a service apartment . . . to rent. Not a penthouse.”
“Price range?”
Brian sighs inwardly. He raises his eyes to the ceiling. “About a quarter of what this place would cost.”
Already, he is experiencing possession withdrawal. It leaves a draining, hollow feeling like no other.
He is lightheaded and he would soon have to lie down.
But it’s for a good cause, he assures himself. He’d be damned if he’s going to sit by and let Sam lose everything she has worked for.
He would have done the same for Caleb.
He finds it amusing that he now considers a woman – who also happens to be a fuck buddy, someone he is hanging out with – to be one of his closest friends. One that he would absolutely, unfailingly do anything for.
22
The manicure parlor is bright, cheery, filled with as many colors as OPI would allow. Sam purposefully makes her way to an empty armchair beside the pretty redheaded woman who is flipping the pages of a magazine while a Vietnamese man applies meticulous paint strokes onto her toenails.
Sam flops into the chair. She makes a big to do about removing her shoes.
“Oh my God, I love your color,” she says to the woman. “What is it?”
The woman looks up. Her eyes are a dark grey, Sam notices. The hues of contact lenses. They contrast sharply with her red hair. Her nose is extremely slim. Almost perfect, like that of a movie star’s. And her breasts. Oh yeah, people are bound to notice those protuberant tits.
The woman hesitates, as though she is wary of talking to strangers.
“Oh sorry, don’t mind me. I’m Samantha.” Sam holds her hand out. “And as you can see, my nails are in severe need of TLC.”
After a moment, the woman takes her hand. “I’m Delilah.”
“And the color is ‘A Good Mandarin is hard to find’,” offers the manicurist. He picks up the lacquer bottle from the floor and hands it to Sam. “Want to try it?”
“I should.” Sam flashes Delilah a brilliant smile as her plan kicks into gear. She hates doing this, but she has no choice. Brian’s innocence is paramount. “So Delilah, do you come here often?”
EROTICA BY APHRODITE HUNT
The ‘Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire’ series
His Indecent Proposition
His Indecent Demands
His Indecent Desires
His Indecent Secrets
His Indecent Revelations
The ‘Initiation’
21
“So how much do you think I can get for it?” Brian asks.
The realtor – a short middle-aged man in a business suit – scans the lounge of Brian’s penthouse, now nicely put back in place. The glass fragments have been cleaned up and thrown away. The lampstand and table have been replaced. The curtain has been neatly hung.
“I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Morton. The market is soft right now. Once folks find out who you are, they’re going to try to take advantage of your current situation.”
“I know. But I’ll have to ultimately sell anyway.”
Brian has made an inventory of things that have to go, including his expensive Italian furniture, his modern art and his collections of rare magazines, rare pens, and Jaegar LeCoultre Reverso watches. He figures he might be able to actually get a profit out of them.
Then there’s always that pair of diamond earrings he had bought for Sam, tucked away in its little velvet box snugly in his safe.
No. He doesn’t want to sell those.
He knows he hasn’t been exactly honest with Sam. He didn’t exactly have the money to fund her new gym. The amount required is considerable. There is space to rent. Equipment to buy. Lots of fixtures to put in. He would have to liquidate something to generate the cash flow.
The only asset he has is his apartment.
But he would have to downgrade anyway to reflect his current status. The party is over – at least for now.
“All right then. I’ll float it out. See what we can get,” says the realtor.
“Oh yeah, and see if you can get me a service apartment . . . to rent. Not a penthouse.”
“Price range?”
Brian sighs inwardly. He raises his eyes to the ceiling. “About a quarter of what this place would cost.”
Already, he is experiencing possession withdrawal. It leaves a draining, hollow feeling like no other.
He is lightheaded and he would soon have to lie down.
But it’s for a good cause, he assures himself. He’d be damned if he’s going to sit by and let Sam lose everything she has worked for.
He would have done the same for Caleb.
He finds it amusing that he now considers a woman – who also happens to be a fuck buddy, someone he is hanging out with – to be one of his closest friends. One that he would absolutely, unfailingly do anything for.
22
The manicure parlor is bright, cheery, filled with as many colors as OPI would allow. Sam purposefully makes her way to an empty armchair beside the pretty redheaded woman who is flipping the pages of a magazine while a Vietnamese man applies meticulous paint strokes onto her toenails.
Sam flops into the chair. She makes a big to do about removing her shoes.
“Oh my God, I love your color,” she says to the woman. “What is it?”
The woman looks up. Her eyes are a dark grey, Sam notices. The hues of contact lenses. They contrast sharply with her red hair. Her nose is extremely slim. Almost perfect, like that of a movie star’s. And her breasts. Oh yeah, people are bound to notice those protuberant tits.
The woman hesitates, as though she is wary of talking to strangers.
“Oh sorry, don’t mind me. I’m Samantha.” Sam holds her hand out. “And as you can see, my nails are in severe need of TLC.”
After a moment, the woman takes her hand. “I’m Delilah.”
“And the color is ‘A Good Mandarin is hard to find’,” offers the manicurist. He picks up the lacquer bottle from the floor and hands it to Sam. “Want to try it?”
“I should.” Sam flashes Delilah a brilliant smile as her plan kicks into gear. She hates doing this, but she has no choice. Brian’s innocence is paramount. “So Delilah, do you come here often?”
EROTICA BY APHRODITE HUNT
The ‘Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire’ series
His Indecent Proposition
His Indecent Demands
His Indecent Desires
His Indecent Secrets
His Indecent Revelations
The ‘Initiation’
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