Blair Monore's P.O.V.
She wasn’t sure if it was the sunlight from the window or the noises from the kitchen that woke her up. She druggily dragged herself out of bed and down the hallway to the bathroom with some difficulty; she'd finally been able to drift off to sleep after hours of being rammed by Zeke's monstrous dick. They'd had gone like 4 more rounds after their first intercourse leaving her weak in her knees. Zeke had been the one to carry her over to the bedroom, thanks to him last night she definitely hadn’t gotten any decent rest.
After a quick shower, she felt slightly more human. She wrapped herself in a thick, fluffy robe and padded down the large luxury hallway towards the kitchen. Zeke turned around when he heard one of the stools at the elegant breakfast bar scraping along the floor.
He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt which was a new look since she had never seen him on casual wear before.. So he did know how to dress like a normal person. That was encouraging.
She just wished the sight of it didn’t make her mouth water.
Well, maybe she was just hungry. She needs to eat more and regain her strength if she wanted to ride him after last night.
“Good morning,” he said, smiling at her.. His eyes flicked up and down a few times, as if he hadn’t expected her to come to breakfast in a bathrobe. But what the hell - we were going to be married soon, right?
“Hi,”Blair said. His hair was falling loose over his forehead, and she couldn’t stop staring at it, wanting to push it back into its proper place. “I like your…shirt.”
She'd almost said pants. Clearly, she just needed to keep her mouth and hormones shut and under control.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it as gracefully as anyone might be expected to. “How do you take your eggs?”
"Scrambled, I guess.”She couldn’t remember the last time she'd eaten eggs that she didn’t prepare for herself. As it turned out, he made them just the way she liked it, gooey but not runny, no uncooked whites. While she dipped her toast in the yolk, she watched him eat the frittata he’d made for himself.
There was a veritable rainbow of chopped vegetables mixed in, almost more than there were eggs. No toast. So this was how he maintained his figure. For some reason, she'd always imagined him as one of those people who can eat absolutely anything and never gain an ounce. It was comforting to know he had a human side after all.
After breakfast, she got dressed in some casual clothes and they settled down in the living room. Zeke pulled out a small notepad and pen.
“We need to get our story straight on certain details of our relationship,” he said. “Since we’ll be living together, and acting as a couple, we ought to be able to give genuine answers to most of the questions. But there will be questions about the beginning of our relationship, about very personal things we might not know about each other. They’ll be the sorts of questions that are difficult to fake. When it comes to the time of the interview, if they ask you a difficult question that we haven’t prepared for, simply say that you don’t know or you can’t remember the details of what they’re asking about. Never try to guess or make up an answer.”
I nodded. Just the thought of the interview was already making her nervous, even though it was likely to be like a month away.
“You’ll probably be expected to describe the features, layout, and décor of our home together" he said. “But that shouldn’t be too difficult after a while. When it comes to those sorts of questions, make sure to be accurate, but not too thorough. You don’t want to sound rehearsed.”
“Christ! ”She mustered to herself said... She wasn't expecting this part of the conversation but it's something she can't avoid either!
He looked up, mildly startled. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
“No, no.”She played with the hem of my new shorts “It’s just…it’s a lot, is all.”
“You’ll do fine.” He touched her shoulder, rested his hand there for a moment, and then pulled it away abruptly. His eyes flicked back down to his notepad. “Your birthday…May 16th, 1981. Yes?”
She nodded.
“Mine is September 28h, 1986. Memorize it.” He turned the page. “What were some of the first things we talked about, when our relationship became personal? What did we have in common?”
“Are you asking me to make something up right now?”
“If we discuss these things, we’ll both be more likely to remember.”
“All right, so the notebook. It's a popular movie we both liked?”
He blinked. “Sorry?”
“That’s what we had in common. We both liked it and we started talking about it.”Blair says improvising, the sonner she adapts the better for her.
His brow was just slightly furrowed.
She sighed. “Fine, what’s your idea, then?”
“I don’t know.”He says
“But you don’t like mine.”
“It just…sounds made up.”
“Those are some awfully judgmental words coming from a man with no ideas.”
“Fine.” He scribbled on the notepad. “We’ll put it down as a temporary answer and we can revise it later if I think of something better.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If we keep changing things, we’re going to get confused. We need to pick something and stick with it. Don’t you think?”Blair suggests.
He exhaled. “All right. We both liked the movie notebook. What about our first meeting? Can you describe it?”
“In real life, or are we coming up with an alternate reality for this too?”
“In real life. Everyone will find out you used to work as a barrister near the coffee shop of my company, so that’s already obviously. It's like a Rom com meet cute.
She crossed my arms, thinking. "True everybody loves a good romance story, and our foundation stems one. The unpopular barrister and the billionaire tycoon, I can already see the headlines"She says grimacing.
“Yea” He cleared this throat. “So in summary I had a massive crush on you, which is definitely not far from the truth. But you Blair Monore kept turning me down several times and my bad boy reputation seemed to put you off. Then one day you finally said yes agreeing to finally go on a date with me and I'd already become smitten from a distance. Have always wanted an excuse to have a conversation with you, and get to know you better. And after a year of being turned down severally you went out on a date with me and That’s when we discovered that we both had a lot of things in common. Over the next few days, I kept calling you over to my apartment and Things became…physical, very quickly. We both kept it a secret, due to the conflict of interest. But then, I finally decided I didn’t want to keep our love hidden anymore. So I asked you out to dinner with me. Shortly after that, you quit your job and moved into my apartment.” He looked up, smiling slightly. “So, that’s the story we're going with.”
“Your alternate universe doppelganger is very aggressive and persuasive”She said laughing at how good he was in cooking up fiction. Well half of what he said wasn't all a lie so.... “Did I have any say in the matter at all?”
He looked mildly offended. “Of course,” he said. “What kind of fictional man do you think I am?”
She had to laugh again “All right, okay. What if they ask me if I knew about your…you know, predicament?”
"What predicament?"He asks
"Your playboy lifestyle, the almost ruin of your company. Don't you think the reporters will sniff that? Now I might not be all too smart but just at the brink of when you are about to step down from being CEO because you almost ruined the reputation of your company you now magically had a fiance and want to become a family man!
Isn't that too far fetched?
“As touching as our story will be. Do you think they’ll fall for it?”She asks
“There’s no law against marrying someone if you’re at risk of being deported. What’s illegal is marrying someone because you’re at risk of being deported. It’s all right for them to be suspicious that we might have rushed into things because of my situation, as long as they can’t prove that was the only reason we got married.”Zeke says sternly
“That sounds incredibly dodgy, just so you know. If I worked for the INS I’d be driving you across the border myself.”
“Your vote of confidence is much appreciated,” he said dryly, flipping the page in his notebook. “But I told you, I have inside help. I have to go through the formalities, and I have to not trip over my own feet while doing so.
“Christ. This is risky”She said out loud, without thinking.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “I realize you have no way of knowing this, but I promise being married to me won’t be an actual nightmare.”
She could feel her face turning bright red. “I know,” She said, hastily especially after last night.
“I didn’t mean…it’s just, you know, years of my life, and am supposed to pretend. That’s scary enough to think about.”
“Do you want to back down now? We could anul the contract if you want?"Zeke says grimacing..
Blair couldn't control her breathing and words seems to fail her...
"We both have need for eachother so we're in this together"He says smiling..
"So we need to pick a favorite sexual position.”He glanced down at his notepad again saying.
She turned sharply at him her neck almost making a sound as she stared at him wid eyed. “Is that a comment, or a question?”
“Just pick one,” he said, still looking down at the paper.
“Uh, fine,”she says. "Doggystyle? Is there like…a scientific term for that? Or something classier?”
“I don’t think so,” he muttered, scribbling something down.
“I hope you’re actually writing down ‘doggystyle’ then,” She says, willing herself to stop blushing furiously, even if there appeared to be no imminent danger of him raising his head.
I was wrong - he looked up at her then, frowning as if he just realized something. “I’m not writing any of this down,” he said, sharply. “And neither will you.”
“Jesus.” She raised both of her hands. “Do you see me taking notes?”
“I’m sorry.” He toyed with his own pen for a moment. “I just…I can’t emphasize how important it is that we don’t have a written record of any of this. I’m taking notes that will help remind me of what we decide here, but no one else would be able to interpret them. Even so, I won’t let this notebook out of my sight.”
“I know,” I said. “Believe me, I don’t want to end up in prison for criminal conspiracy or being painted as a golddigger and social climber it liar.
He chuckled. “Someone’s been researching.”
“I just wanted to know what the worst case scenario was. It’s comforting.”
“Let’s not borrow trouble. It won’t come to that if we’re careful.” He cleared his throat. “All right. They’re very likely to ask about what kind of birth control we use, are you on anything I should know about?”
"Why would they want to know that? Why would the reporters or public want such information"She shrieked..
"Because that's what they do. There won't just be interviews Blair, they'll be begging for us to be part of a reality show. Or guests to one of those host shows. Also even sex column, remember my name is at the top of the list. Besides none of my relationships had lasted long enough for me to think about getting on anything long-term.
“Condoms, then,” he said. “What kind?”
She snorted. “What kind of condoms?”
“That’s exactly the kind of details they’re going to ask about,” he said, patiently. “Simple to answer if you’re being honest, but very difficult if you’re lying.”
“Fine. I don’t care. Whatever you normally use.”
He hesitated. “Maybe it would be better if we said we were planning on having children as soon as possible.”
“You don’t think that’s laying it on a little too thick?”
He was chewing on the side of his thumbnail. “Better they should think we’re disgustingly in love, and wildly irresponsible, than faking it.”
“Fine.”
He flipped back through the pages of his notepad. “I think that’s everything we need to go over. We’ll review it from time to time. We shouldn’t be called up for an interview until I tell Pedro to write about us..
“Sure,” I said.
He stood, tucking the notepad into his pocket. "You've got everything in order right?? Are you mentally prepared and ready for this because I need to be assured that you are before moving to plan B. There's no turning back once your pictures and our story is out there ..
“You think I don't know that ' She said a little too quickly. “To get everything settled. I need to pay off the mortgage fee for my uncle's house, there's the debt and loans and everything...
He was frowning. “I already agreed to pay it all off,” he said. “If that’s a problem.”
“I’m not ready yet. At least not mentally because once you start paying it all off then there's no turning back."She says words spilling from her lips before she could stop herself. Her words came out a little more forcefully than she'd meant it to be.
Zeke stepped back. “Of course,” he said, quietly. “I’m sorry, am not going to rush you too much.” He says.
Blair watched him as he disappeared up the staircase into his loft bedroom, leaving her alone on the smooth leather couch she had fucked him last night.
She felt vaguely sick to her stomach, sad and unsettled. She didn’t like hurting his feelings, but he had to make more of an effort to understand how strange this whole situation was going to be for her. All that mattered to him was the end goal; with his eyes fixed on the prize, he seemed to be losing sight of the fact that he was asking her to give up her entire life.
The minutes ticked by, marked by the clock above the mantelpiece. Finally, she stood up and headed towards the staircase, because she didn’t know what else to do.
The journey seemed to take forever, and she was acutely aware of the sound of every footfall. When she finally reached the top, she let her eyes drift over to the small sitting-area in the open part two love seats facing each other with a little coffee table between. Finally she looked over to his bedroom door, which was hanging open.
He was sitting on the edge of a massive four-posted bed, so high off the floor that his feet dangled. He lifted his head when she walked in, and for the first time, she noticed the stress and exhaustion that was etched all over his face. Or maybe this was the first time he’d allowed her to see it.
She hoisted herself up on the mattress next to him.
“I’m sorry,”She said. “But this is weird.”
He nodded, sighing, as he dragged his fingers through his hair. Right now, he was a million miles away from the perfectly-groomed businessman she knew, the one whose hand I’d shaken to cement their strange agreement.
“I don’t want to pressure you into anything that makes you uncomfortable,” he said, finally. “You know that, don’t you? Just because I’m paying you…what I’m trying to say is, you shouldn’t feel obligated.”
“Okay,”She said, laughing a little because she couldn’t help it.
“What?”
“You know that’s impossible, right?”She met his eyes. He genuinely didn’t seem to understand what I was driving at. “With the amount of money you’re giving me, how can I possibly not feel obligated?”
He shook his head. “You’ve got to stop thinking in those terms. I know it’s…I know it’s hard. The nature of what we’re doing is so, so uh…if I thought there was another way, trust me, I’d do it. But we won’t be able to pass as a genuine couple if we don’t live as one. And because of that, I think things have the tendency to get…muddled.”
He was struggling to find the right words. “It’s like what we talked about before,” She said. “About not letting things get too personal.”
He shot me a tired smile. “But that’s not really possible, is it? I think we’re both learning that.”
“Hey, I believe in us.”She laid her hand on his shoulder, and felt his muscles tense under my hand. The gesture surprised even her. but at the same time, it felt right. “Here’s to being as impersonal and robotic as possible while we pretend to be madly in love.”
Zeke chuckled, and she pulled her hand away, slowly.
“I’m sure we can come out of this intact,”She said. “We probably won’t kill each other. Hey, maybe we’ll even stay friends.”
She hadn’t meant for that to come out sounding so sincere. He looked away, a smile playing on his lips. “Why on earth would you want to be friends with me?” The question was addressed more to himself than it was to her but she couldn’t ignore it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She prodded, jostling against him gently with her shoulders. She wasn’t normally into physical and emotional contact because she never had the chance or anyone go give her that in return while growing up.
Am sorry I sounded curt. It's hard you know. Have worked all my life to get to where I am right now"Blair says...
But we can do this together!!
Together!"Zeke says...