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His smile stretches, eyes lighting with understanding.It’s fun to pretend.

He drops between my legs, his thumb making contact with my clit. My hips automatically rock forward, seeking out more contact.

“I’ll still want you, baby. In fact, I’m going to hold you all night. And in the morning, when your pussy is all hot and slick from my cum, and your ass is rubbing against me, I’m going to rock into you from behind and make you come so fucking hard. Then, I’ll get up and mix up that green sludge you like to drink. And I’ll cut up a banana for your granola.”

He dips a finger inside me, and my core clenches.

“Ahh,” I cry out, “you’re really good at first dates.”

“You make it easy. I want to be good for you.”

His tongue swipes up my center, and he adds another finger. He strokes in and out until the waves of my orgasm crash over me.

“Now, get my cock out, Princess. And I’ll show you how to ride it.”

And like the good girl I am, I do.

CHAPTER 55

Rhys

There’s a sense of déjà vu when I walk into the wedding reception venue for Hunter and Sophie. It’s another elaborately decorated ballroom overflowing with white flowers and huge white lanterns hanging from the ceiling, but when I look down at Lettie on my arm, it’s in complete contrast to two months earlier when I showed up alone to Hannah and James’s wedding. An overwhelming sense of happiness fills my chest.

“Congratulations!” Lettie wraps her arms around Sophie, who is beaming in a fitted white gown.

Hunter pulls me in for a hug. “You’re next, man.”

It’s easy to think that this could be me and Lettie. That we could have a real engagement, and get married. Per Lettie’s specifications, it will be somewhere on a beach, but that’s fine with me.

The evening is perfect. Delicious food. Slow dancing with Lettie in my arms. Watching Hunter cry when he toasts his bride. I’m hanging with the guys near the bar when I get a notification on my phone. It’s a text from Ramsey with an article attached.

Ramsey:Giving you a heads up. This just came out.

I open the attachment on my phone to find an article revealing my anonymous donation to Leg-Up. Included is a picture of me and Lettie at the Leg-Up community day. But it’s the title that twists everything and makes my stomach sink.

Billionaire Funds Dancer Girlfriend’s Passion Project

First off, Lettie’s my fiancée, so clearly no one fact-checked this bullshit. Second, they’re having it sound like she asked me to make the donation, which is flat wrong. And as an anonymous donor, I’m fucking angry my information was leaked. To make matters worse, it’s shit timing with this happening when we’re here at Sophie and Hunter’s wedding.

My eyes lift from my phone.

While Lettie normally isn’t attached to her phone, she is currently across the room taking a selfie with Sophie, Chloe, Hannah, and Emma. I’ve learned my lesson from the proposal, I need to talk to her before she sees the article.

On my way across the room, I keep my eyes on her. The way she’s packed into the frame with her girlfriends, smiling with uninhibited joy, then a moment later laughing at something on the screen when Hannah hands her back the phone. I watch her tap her phone screen, and her eyes narrow, before the corners of her mouth slowly fall. She keeps her gaze on the screen, and the second I reach her, I know I’m too late.

Someone already sent her the article.

Lettie stares at me for a beat, those beautiful blue eyes filled with confusion, then without a word, she takes my hand. Pulling me along behind her, she exits the ballroom, marches us down the venue’s plush carpeted corridor, then pushes through the door to what looks like a women’s lounge, locking the door behind us.

She leans against the door, watching me. I stuff my hands in my pockets, then take a breath.

“Lettie—”

“You’re the anonymous donor for Leg-Up.” I’m relieved that the words don’t come out accusingly. It’s more like she’s fitting pieces of a puzzle together and surprised that they align. “Why didn’t you—” she cuts herself off, her face lighting with understanding. “You didn’t want me to think you were doing it because of our fake relationship, or so I’d forgive you for your proposal.”

I nod. “I made the donation before I proposed, but yeah, I needed you to forgive me because you wanted to, not because I was generous with Leg-Up. I want to give you everything and when I realized helping Leg-Up was part of your dream, it became mine, too.”

For once I can’t read her face.

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