Daddy's Bought Virgin: A Fake Marriage Romance (Innocence Book 2) by Roxeanne Rolling

Author:Roxeanne Rolling [Rolling, Roxeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-27T18:30:00+00:00

Olivia

The subject of my virginity, thankfully, doesn’t come up again. I can’t believe I even told him. After all, he’s not just my fake husband, but he’s my boss. I would die if anyone at work knew my secret.

But… there’s something different about him. He’s still just as commanding, just as authoritative, just as hot, but I feel like I’m really seeing a different side of him.

“Where are we?” I say, looking out the tinted windows. There’s a sea of tall trees around us. “It’s beautiful here.” There’s not another car in sight, nor a single building. We’ve completely left the city, and the suburbs, too, from the looks of it.

“There’s a really high end hotel in the Poconos,” he says. “That’s where we’re headed. And by the looks of it, we’re getting close.”

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, the limo glides to a gentle stop in front of a massive stone building that looks more like an elegant castle than a hotel.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” I say.

“Well,” he says. “We’ve got to keep it realistic, right? My friends know that I always pay the extra bucks for the best of the best, whatever it is.”

“I guess that includes your brides?”

He laughs and looks down at me. That smile of his just kills me.

“Well,” he says. “Shall I show you your room, Ms. Master?”

I take his arm and giggle.

“So my name is really Olivia Masters now?”

“Yup,” he says. “And it has a certain ring to it, if I do say so myself.”

He leads me up to the hotel and checks in for us while I hang back.

Even at the front desk of the hotel, he takes charge. He doesn’t walk up there nervously. Instead, he walks up there like he fucking owns the place, and is going to take names and prisoners if anything doesn’t go exactly the way he wants it.

It’s nice not having to do that sort of thing myself. It’s not like I have a problem going into stores or walking up to people. Anxiety’s never really been a problem of mine. I’ve simply been too highly motivated to let something like anxiety get in the way of my goals.

But, partly because of that, I’m always the one who’s doing everything. Like with my apartment situation, for instance, I’m always the one who talks to the landlord when there’s a problem, instead of Sasha. I’m always the one who orders the take out food for the two of us, and I’m always the one… who basically does everything, really.

And here’s David Masters, my husband, simply taking care of things.

“All set,” he says, coming over to me, swinging an old fashioned key on his finger. This isn’t the sort of place that has key cards. It’s way too classy for something like that.

A bell man follows us up to our rooms, unloads the bags, and quite courteously explains to us the function of everything in the room.

“We get the idea,” says David, as the bell man’s monologue starts to drag on and on.

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