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“Tell me.” I slipped my hand down between her legs and rubbed over her panties. I could feel that they were already wet.

“What?” Her voice trembled.

“Just tell me that you don’t want me, and I won’t even bring it up again.” I slipped a finger inside her panties and rubbed her wet clit, and she cried out. “Tell me you don’t want me, Arya,” I said as I slipped a finger inside of her. She leaned forward and bit down on my shoulders as I continued to finger her. “Tell me, Arya,” I said as I slipped my finger out of her panties and took a step back. She looked up at me with wide eyes that were full of lust. She licked her lips slowly and she shook her head.

“I won’t lie,” she said. “I do want you, but…”

“But what?” I said.

“I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had in my life.”

I pulled her towards the bed and lay her down. She glanced over at me as I got onto the bed next to her and I palmed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple gently. She squirmed slightly. I could feel her heart racing as I leaned down and kissed her stomach.

“Chet, I need to ask you something,” she gasped. I looked up at her. Her eyes were dark with desire. I could tell that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“Yes, I do.” I grinned at her.

“Huh?”

I winked.

“I have protection, so don’t worry.”

I went to kiss her on the lips and she burst out laughing. “No, that’s not it. I mean, you’re not being serious, are you, Chet? You cannot seriously expect me to be your fake girlfriend?”

Chapter One Hundred Five

Arya

I frowned at her. “I’m not asking you to be my fake girlfriend. I’m asking you to be my fake fiancée.”

“That’s even worse. How can you even suggest such a thing?”

“Why is it worse?”

“Because that’s lying to your parents.”

“Look, I’m not going to marry you. I’m not going to have children with you. I’m not going to completely lead my mother on. However, I do want…” He paused and looked at me for a few seconds, and I looked back at him. His lips twitched slightly, and my eyes narrowed.

“What is it?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do want to know. That’s why I asked.”

“Well, are you even considering my suggestion?”

“No,” I said and then paused. “Well, maybe.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

“Why do you sound so surprised? If you thought I wouldn’t be interested, then why even suggest it in the first place?”

“Because I was hopeful. I wasn’t sure if I had reason to hope, though.”

“You don’t have reason to hope. I’m just saying—”

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