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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Fake Fiancée Truly Angel

  A BILLIONAIRE AND VIRGIN ROMANCE

  CLAIRE ANGEL

  Contents

  FAKE FIANCEE TRULY ANGEL: A BILLIONAIRE AND VIRGIN ROMANCE

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

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  I AM THE BOSS: A BILLIONAIRE AND VIRGIN ROMANCE

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  His kiss consisted of so much hunger that I could almost taste it, the suffocating lustful sensation webbing around me. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses.

  What do you do when a very powerful CEO asks you to be his FAKE fiancé?

  There was no book guide for the dummies for it.

  Just like a love struck teenager I let myself fall into a lust filled daze, completely falling under his sensual spell.

  There was no way to resist my fake fiancé.

  He’s handsome.

  He’s intelligent.

  He’s adorable.

  But most of all I can call him mine even if it’s just for a moment.

  I craved his touch to the point where I want him to claim me as his.

  He may be my fake fiancé but my feelings for him are real.

  The question is… his feelings for me are real too?

  Or will I just get swept up by his sweet words that may not even be real?

  I blame it all on that first kiss.

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  FAKE FIANCEE TRULY ANGEL: A BILLIONAIRE AND VIRGIN ROMANCE

  Chapter 1

  Angelica

  “Angel, you’ve worked hard tonight. Why don’t you relax and enjoy the party?” my boss suggested, he already looked drunk. I opened my mouth to protest his suggestion. I’m his secretary so it was my duty to make sure that all of his guests were entertained and satisfied.

  My boss was one of the notorious CEO’s here in New York City. We were celebrating our company’s tenth anniversary and not only were our guests top clients but there were also different CEO’s from different companies. I had to make sure that everything went smoothly.

  Before I could protest, he already parade away with champagne and girls. I sighed to myself knowing that I wasn’t going to get any help from my boss, that old fart relies on me too much.

  The party was in full swing and I could barely notice the people since it was a masquerade party. Everyone was wearing masks, the only reason I can spot my boss so easily was because of his boisterous laughs and familiar bimbos hanging around him. I felt uncomfortable in my red evening gown that clung too tightly to my body. It felt like it was a second skin of mine.

  Not to mention, my six-inch-heels were complete torture. I kept shifting my feet but I knew it was of no use, I can already foresee blisters appearing on my feet tomorrow. I’ve never enjoyed parties. I love to work most of the time, may be this is the reason for having less social life. I sighed knowing I won’t be able to go home till the party is over, all I can do is endure.

  “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all by herself ?” somebody slurred beside me. I gave him a glance and noticed a man who looked around in his thirties with his all messed up tux and he held a glass of alcohol in his hand. “I’m contented all by myself.” I answered him, this time I’m not sparing him a single glance.

  “Maybe if you spent the party with me you’d enjoy it more.” he said as he got closer to me. I started feeling uncomfortable. “No thank you.” I told him but somehow he couldn’t take no for an answer. He suddenly grabbed my upper arm and slurred “We could have so much fun.”

  “Please sir, let me go.” I said sternly but it’s like he couldn’t hear me. He reeked of alcohol and his body heat made me shiver in disgust. No matter how I struggled he wouldn’t let go, I tried yanking away from him at the same time trying not to make a scene.

  “I believe the kind lady asked you to let her go.”

  I heard a powerful yet silky voice that held tremendous weight to it. Just the sound of his voice sent shivers down my back. I removed my gaze from drunk slob to the man who spoke to me. Even with his black mask covering most of his face I could tell that he was handsome.

  He had golden blond hair that was neatly gelled back showing off his handsome features. He had sky-blue eyes that pierced right through me, they stood off from his black mask making it seem like it was glowing. He was extremely tall and his tux fitted him well that I could tell that he was built. Too bad I can’t get a better look at him because not only was he wearing a mask but the lights were dimmed to give the party a mysterious vibe.

  The drunk man whirled around to look at the man and said “Who are you to tell me what to do? I had dibs on her first.” My blond savior didn’t say anything to the man but he just narrowed his eyes at him dangerously making the drunk man stumble a bit. “My… my apologies.” the drunk man said out of fear as he stumbled away like he knew who the blond savior was.

  The man then faced me and asked “Are you alright miss?” I didn’t notice until now that it was getting extremely suffocating in the room, I didn’t know if it was from my encounter with the drunk man or seeing this handsome stud in front of me.

  “Sorry it’s just a bit stuffy in here.” I said as I gave a sheepish smile and fanned my face with my hand. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me away. I tried keeping up but his long legs gave him advantage.

  “Hey! What’s your problem?” I managed to ask but he simply ignored me. I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks heat up from the feeling of his warm strong hand around my wrist. I absolutely had no experience when it came to the opposite sex, not only do I have zero social life but I sometimes come off a bit too strong which seemed rude. I do not only scare off potential friends but potential mates as well.

  “You know this is sexual harassment.” I pointed out angrily. I didn’t enjoy being dragged by some stranger not mention a stranger guy. Nor did I enjoy the warmth of his hand, but I’ve been telling myself that for the past few seconds.

  He stormed through the doors that lead outside and finally stopped to w
hat seemed to be the garden. He suddenly pointed towards a wooden bench that faced the garden and commanded “Sit.”

  I scowled at him as I yanked my hand out of his hold. “Who are you to order me around?” I asked him as I glared at him through my white mask. I tried my best not to stare too much at him. There were lanterns decorated around the garden that gave him a glow, showing off his fair skin.

  He rolled his eyes. Yes, he rolled his eyes at him, and he’s the one who dragged me here not explaining anything. “Please sit.” he said a bit kinder this time. The scowl on my face never left as I sat down on the wooden bench. He suddenly squatted down in front of me and lifted up my gown, I quickly slapped his hands away.

  “What on earth are you doing you pervert?” I asked him as I held down my gown.

  He held both of his hands up in surrender and said “Relax, I’m not going to do anything. I just need to see your feet.” Does he have a foot fetish or something? He unexpectedly unbuckled the lock in my heels and removed them.

  “I saw you across the room back in the party and noticed how you kept shifting from side to side. At one point you even lifted up your foot and gently rubbed it. I can’t imagine how painful it is wearing these all night.” he finally explained as he held up my heels. I just continued to watch him as he unbuckled the other one and removed it as well.

  I wasted no time as I stood up sighing in content at the feeling of the flat ground on my bare feet. “Oh my gosh, that feels absolutely fantastic. I thought I was going to die back there.” I said as I walked around. I turned to look at the man as he stood there smirking at me.

  My cheeks suddenly heated up as I managed to tell him “Thank you.”

  He gave out a soft chuckle as he asked “Are you here alone?”

  “I’m just here with my boss.” I told him. “I never really enjoyed parties. So not only am I thankful for you rescuing me from some drunk but I’m also thankful for helping me escape what seemed like a nightmare.” As I recalled people dancing around almost not too appropriately for their gown and people drinking until they’re completely wasted.

  “I know how you can thank me.” he said as he inserted his hands into his pockets. Suddenly I didn’t like where this was going. I’ve heard countless of stories from a few workmates how people in the business world treat women like we were objects to be owned. I folded my arms in front of my chest as I asked him “And what would that be?”

  “Don’t worry, why do you always expect the worse in me?” he asks. Still skeptical, I answered him “You’re a stranger. For all I know you could take advantage of me.”

  “Smart… But you can thank me with a simple kiss.” he said as he pressed his finger to his lips. I tried my best not to tense at his suggestion. When I said that I had absolutely no experience with men nor do I have a social life that also meant I’ve never been kissed or touched. Fear started dancing around in my stomach at the thought of giving my first kiss to some stranger.

  “A kiss? Don’t you think that’s a bit too much of a thank you?” I said, trying not to make it seem like I’ve never kissed before.

  “It’s just a little kiss, it’s not going to hurt… Besides, a damsel in distress always thanks her savior with a kiss.” he said. I most definitely didn’t want to kiss the man no matter how handsome he might be but he seemed persistent.

  “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” I asked. He looked up and brought his hand to his chin in thought and said “Maybe.” I sighed to myself knowing he was only going to make this difficult for me if I declined. It’s not like he’s asking my body or hand in marriage, it’s just a harmless kiss.

  If I kissed him or not it’s not like I’m ever going to ever get my first kiss soon. I frowned as I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Fine, just one kiss.” I told him sternly. I stood in front of him awkwardly, not knowing how to initiate a kiss. He managed to read the situation as he caressed my cheek with one of his hands and the other slowly snaked around my waist.

  I could feel his body heat at the same time smell his manly peppermint smell, it was absolutely euphoric. His face started getting closer and closer, I could hear my heart beating erratically. When his lips were only centimeters away from mine the garden around us suddenly disappeared and the noise of the party muffled away. There was only him and I. Since when did a kiss of gratitude become so enchanting?

  When his lips gently pressed against mine I didn’t expect to feel flutters in my stomach. His lips were soft and warm and not to mention moist, unlike my chapped ones. My eyes automatically shut. It was a tender kiss that seemed to go on and on, I’m supposed to pull away but I suddenly didn’t have the strength to pull away from his lips.

  Unexpectedly, I felt his wet tongue brush against my lower lip making my chapped lips wet. He slightly pulled away and whispered against my lips “Your lips seem to be dry… allow me to make them wet.” As he pressed his lips against mine once more cutting off my breath. I couldn’t help but grip tightly onto his tux almost as if the kiss was sucking my energy.

  My legs began to quiver as I leaned myself against him making the kiss deepen. I even let out a moan as I felt his lips moved expertly against mine. I didn’t expect a kiss to feel this great, or maybe it’s just him.

  He slightly pulled away once more and chuckled. “That’s one hell of a thank you.” he huskily said. He pressed a tender kiss upon my lips making me suddenly want more. I felt dazed from the kiss and the flutters wouldn’t stop. He casually stepped away as he removed my hands from him, I suddenly felt cold from the absence of his warmth.

  “Maybe I should rescue you more often.” he said as he gave me a wink. My arms laid lifelessly at my sides as I stared at him in longing. I never knew I could be this weak.

  Before I could say another word somebody interrupted us.

  “There you are Angel!” it was my boss along with his bimbos. My boss caught my attention but as I looked back to where my blond savior was, he was suddenly gone. My boss was rambling on about the party but my mind was on my first kiss and how I still felt my lips tingling.

  Who was he?

  Chapter 2

  Asher

  “Sir Maxwell, we’re about to arrive at Anderson Inc. Would you like me to drop you off at the entrance?” my driver asked. I glanced at my Rolex watch and said “It’s a bit early, drop me off at the nearest coffee shop.”

  He nodded and said “Times like this would be great to have an assistant or secretary, so you won’t have to buy coffee yourself.” People have been telling me to get a secretary or a personal assistant since I was the CEO of Maxwell Enterprise but every time they do, I refuse.

  I didn’t answer him as I stared out of the window. I don’t need people working so close to me only for them to backstab me. Never again.

  My driver managed to drop me off the nearest coffee shop which was only two blocks from Anderson Inc. Eric Anderson is one of my partners at the same time a good friend. He held a masquerade party about a week ago, a memorable evening might I add.

  I ordered plain black coffee to go, and as I waited I thought of the beautiful raven head at the masquerade. Nights have I thought of her and that beautiful figure of hers. Her red gown that evening clung to every curve of her body, not to mention the sweetheart neckline that gave me enough view of her cleavage. Her boobs didn’t spill out of her gown like the other women that night, it gave me enough view and enough mystery. Her ass was a different story because each time she walked her ass would swing side to side.

  And how could I forget those luscious lips of hers? They were absolutely delicious that I almost devoured her that evening. I couldn’t completely hold myself back when she willingly kissed me. Her lavender scent only made me want to cling to her more. Too bad that Eric Anderson walked up to her, and I didn’t want to be seen with a woman alone.

  I might be a CEO but I was never known to be with a woman alone. Not since my last personal assistant…

  The only thing I could find out about
the raven beauty was that Eric called her Angel. Either it could be Eric’s silly nickname for her, which suited her very well, or it could really be her name.

  I remember seeing her across the party looking agitated which was new since everyone at the party was enjoying themselves. Not only did she look extremely ravishing but she looked like she wanted to be elsewhere. She even looked tired since she kept shifting her feet almost like she was tired of standing. I was just contented staring at the beauty but that’s until a middle-aged man approached her, he looked to be drunk. I also did notice that she looked uncomfortable.

  I was going to watch to see how she handled the situation that’s until he grabbed her upper arm and for some reason it made me blood boil. That’s when I decided to come to her rescue.

  No woman has ever caught my attention like she did.

  My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice shouting.

  “Hello! I’ve been waiting for almost fifteen minutes here!” I turned my head to see long black hair. She had a nice figure and was wearing a pencil skirt with black stockings. The employee told her to wait as she stormed towards the nearest table and plopped down angrily on the chair.

  I didn’t pay too much attention to her because it was normal in New York City for people to be rude. The employee brought a cup to the pick-up table and yelled out “One large black coffee.” I stood up and quickly walked towards the table but as soon as my hand grabbed the cup another hand as well grabbed it.

  I looked up to the owner of the hand and was suddenly taken aback. It was the rude black haired woman, she glared at me fiercely but that’s not what threw me off. The moment our eyes connected I immediately knew who she was. Her silver eyes held a fire to it and her beautiful pink luscious lips were drawn in a straight line. I took in her appearance and it only confirmed that this was the beautiful woman I locked lips with at the masquerade.