BAD BOY ROMANCE: FAKE FIANCEE ROMANCE: Breaking Bad (Jealous Friend Alpha Male Temporary Counterfeit Romance Secret Love Thriller) (My Fake Fiancé Obsession Romance Bad Boy Love Collection Romance) by Dagny Rand
Authors: Dagny Rand
Ads: Link
her head.
“I grew out of beating around the bush around the time I graduated high school. Short attention span,” she said.
“Okay, fair enough, normally, yes. But I’ve been told to tone it down and I wanted to get out of the house. I heard about this place a few weeks ago, and it doesn’t count as ‘partying’, so here I am.” He said. Willow laughed.
“Wow, that’s got to be the truth, I don’t think anyone would come up with that as a lie to get into my pants,” she said. Jack laughed with her.
“No, that would be a horrible lie,” he said. She watched him, a smile on her face.
“You’re interesting, Jack,” she said. Jack wasn’t really sure how to take that. This was a first.
“Thanks, I think,” Jack said with a grin. The sound of the band tuning up brought her attention back to the stage. She polished off the last of her drink and winked at Jack.
“It was nice to meet you, Jack,” she said.
“You too, Miss Willow,” he said, the charm on full blast but this point as she stood and glided back up to her place on stage. Jack was pretty sure that he’d found himself a bed warmer for the night, which was funny because he hadn’t expected that here. But, he liked surprises, and he was happy with the way the night had turned out.
A few hours later, when the band had finished their final set, the musicians left through a side door, toting their instruments with them. Jack watched as they all hugged Willow goodnight, and he got himself ready to go since the next step was he and Willow leaving together. Except, it wasn’t. Willow slipped the bartender some money, picked up her bag and made her way to the door without him. Jack was on his feet, following and catching up with her in the parking lot as she lip up another cigarette.
“Leaving without me?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“That’s the plan,” she responded.
“I thought we had something back there, something that would make you want to spend time with me as much as I want to spend time with you,” he said. Willow smirked.
“What you want is someone to keep you company tonight. Might I suggest the hostess, she’s cute and looks like she’s about to piss herself like a puppy over you being here. I, however, can’t provide you with what you are looking for, simply because I am not that easy. If you want to actually spend time with me, you know where to find me. Otherwise, it’s was wonderful meeting you, Jack,” she said, turning and gliding across the parking lot away from him.
Had she just turned him down? She had, hadn’t she? No one ever turned him down! That had been true since high school because he was good looking, and had become even more true since he was now good looking and rich, and yet here he was, alone. What the hell?!
Chapter 3
Jack had found himself thinking about Willow. He wasn’t sure if it was because she’d turned him down or simply that he was that interested in her. He’d settled on him being interested because she’d turned him down. It had been a month since they’d met, and he’d been back to the club at least once a week since then. He’d buy her a drink, sometimes dinner if she allowed it, but she always said the same thing at the end of the night:
“Good night, Jack,” In that sweet, sultry voice of hers.
It was to the point that when he caught sight of her, his heart rate increased and his back stiffened, along with… other parts of him. She was turning him into a wreck, and there was nothing that he could do about it, because she wouldn’t allow it. He’d taken to lifting weights to try and work out some of his sexual frustration, but all that had done was increase how much he could lift because he was always in there lifting.
“Back again?” she said softly, as she slid into the chair across from him, like she always did when he bought her a drink.
“Yes, again,” he said with a smile. She sighed.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because, you turned me
“I grew out of beating around the bush around the time I graduated high school. Short attention span,” she said.
“Okay, fair enough, normally, yes. But I’ve been told to tone it down and I wanted to get out of the house. I heard about this place a few weeks ago, and it doesn’t count as ‘partying’, so here I am.” He said. Willow laughed.
“Wow, that’s got to be the truth, I don’t think anyone would come up with that as a lie to get into my pants,” she said. Jack laughed with her.
“No, that would be a horrible lie,” he said. She watched him, a smile on her face.
“You’re interesting, Jack,” she said. Jack wasn’t really sure how to take that. This was a first.
“Thanks, I think,” Jack said with a grin. The sound of the band tuning up brought her attention back to the stage. She polished off the last of her drink and winked at Jack.
“It was nice to meet you, Jack,” she said.
“You too, Miss Willow,” he said, the charm on full blast but this point as she stood and glided back up to her place on stage. Jack was pretty sure that he’d found himself a bed warmer for the night, which was funny because he hadn’t expected that here. But, he liked surprises, and he was happy with the way the night had turned out.
A few hours later, when the band had finished their final set, the musicians left through a side door, toting their instruments with them. Jack watched as they all hugged Willow goodnight, and he got himself ready to go since the next step was he and Willow leaving together. Except, it wasn’t. Willow slipped the bartender some money, picked up her bag and made her way to the door without him. Jack was on his feet, following and catching up with her in the parking lot as she lip up another cigarette.
“Leaving without me?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“That’s the plan,” she responded.
“I thought we had something back there, something that would make you want to spend time with me as much as I want to spend time with you,” he said. Willow smirked.
“What you want is someone to keep you company tonight. Might I suggest the hostess, she’s cute and looks like she’s about to piss herself like a puppy over you being here. I, however, can’t provide you with what you are looking for, simply because I am not that easy. If you want to actually spend time with me, you know where to find me. Otherwise, it’s was wonderful meeting you, Jack,” she said, turning and gliding across the parking lot away from him.
Had she just turned him down? She had, hadn’t she? No one ever turned him down! That had been true since high school because he was good looking, and had become even more true since he was now good looking and rich, and yet here he was, alone. What the hell?!
Chapter 3
Jack had found himself thinking about Willow. He wasn’t sure if it was because she’d turned him down or simply that he was that interested in her. He’d settled on him being interested because she’d turned him down. It had been a month since they’d met, and he’d been back to the club at least once a week since then. He’d buy her a drink, sometimes dinner if she allowed it, but she always said the same thing at the end of the night:
“Good night, Jack,” In that sweet, sultry voice of hers.
It was to the point that when he caught sight of her, his heart rate increased and his back stiffened, along with… other parts of him. She was turning him into a wreck, and there was nothing that he could do about it, because she wouldn’t allow it. He’d taken to lifting weights to try and work out some of his sexual frustration, but all that had done was increase how much he could lift because he was always in there lifting.
“Back again?” she said softly, as she slid into the chair across from him, like she always did when he bought her a drink.
“Yes, again,” he said with a smile. She sighed.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because, you turned me
Similar Books
