The Faking Game (The Billionaire Games #1)

by Olivia Hayle

“Yes, you are. You’ll run and you’ll call for help. You’ll call me.”

“And you’ll come?”

I push up the sleeve of my shir...

“You should have let me pay for all of this.”

“What? No. This is my collection.”

“And you’re my gir...

“Fake girlf...

“Fake or real, you’re mine,” I say. The words feel better than they should. “...

I’m undone. By her voice, by her asking for what she wants, and by the openness in her expression. She’s not sparring with me right now. She’s offering up another truth.

“When we’re in public, when I’m pretending to be…”

“Mine?” The word feels better tha...

“Yes.” She worries her teeth between her lower lip. “What wou...

“How would I tou...

“Yes,” she wh...

I reach for h...

“I can… kiss you?” she asks. Her voice vibrates, half excitement and half nerves. But her deep green eyes don’t stray from mine.

“Yes.” It’s all I can do not to add please.

“It’s not hard to kiss you.”

“Everyone’s looking at you. You’ve never been here before. They’re interested. And you look…”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t belong,” he says. “Like an angel that’s wandered into hell.”

I started by kissing her carefully. Slowly. A tempo she could follow along with and not be overwhelmed by. But then she scraped her nails over my scalp, and I couldn’t resist tasting her with my tongue.

She’s sweeter than I ever thought she might be. And now that I’ve tasted her, I know I’m never going to get enough.

She’s Rafe’s little sister. She’s mine to protect and mine to teach how to date, but she’s not mine in any other sense. She’s definitely not mine to taste.

“Do you have any kinks?” I read. It’s a pretty broad question, and I glance up to see him looking at me. “You go first.”

“Some,” he says.

“What are...

His entire focus is on me, and I feel myself expand beneath it, a piece of paper folded out and smoothed. “I like praising the women I’m with,”...

“You’re so pretty when you ask for what you want.”

“Are they always this big?”

“I know you’re inexperienced and it’s wrong of me, but fuck if that isn’t flattering,” he grinds out. “They come in all sizes. Like you saw with the condom options.”

“I mean, aren’t you curious about women’s orgasms?”

His eyes open, dark on mine. “I’m very curious about one woman’s orgasms.”

“Already, she says. As if I haven’t been blue-balled for a week straight, and you’re telling me I’m big and that I make you come so well.” He looks up at the ceiling, his jaw tight. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m close already.”

“You want me,” I whisper. “True or false.”

“More than I can handle,” he says. “More than I should.”

“You were jealous,” I breathe. “Even then.”

“Yes. I was.”

The confession makes my stomach t...

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he mumbles. “Everything’s right. Too right.”

“What does tha...

“It means I’m dangerously obsesse...

“Hi,” I say. It’s not you kill me, but it’s close.

“You can’t marry me to make me happy. It has to be to make you happy.”

“To make me happy,” I repeat.

“Yes.” He takes a ragged breath. “I love you. I know that wasn’t on your list of things to practice, but here it is. I love you. And it’s torn me apart, knowing that all the practicing we were doing was for someone else. Someone in your future.” His hands slide closer, gripping the outside of my thighs, like he can’t resist. “I want to be your future. But I won’t let you tie yourself t...

“You love me,” I ...

“So much that it’s breakin...

“What I want, Nora,” he says, his voice raw, “is for you to stay here forever. For you to be mine. For there to be no more faking between us—not ever. I want you on my arm. I want you wearing my ring. More than anything, I want you happy. I want to see you designing. I want to hear you say no a thousand more times. I want to make you come, and I want to watch you smile and laugh. I want to watch you charm everyone we meet. I want you in my bed. I want you in my office. I want you by my side.” The words hang in the air, making it hard to breathe. “It’s terrifying, I know. It terrified me. Marriage has always been something to be avoided. I’ve seen the way my parents did it, the punishments, the secrets, the games… if you give someone the key, they will wreck you. But you already have the key, sweetheart. And you’re welcome to wreck me as long as it means you’ll stay.”