Meet Stan, the Billionaire: A Fake Relationship Romance by Laura Olsen

Author:Laura Olsen [Olsen, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jormungandr Publishing
Published: 2022-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Ivy

I don’t know why I left Stan’s place in the middle of the night, exactly. I guess I got spooked. That might be the best way to put it. I got scared because things were starting to seem just too real.

All of it went back to the way I’d been feeling before I’d taken the first sip of whiskey. I had been unable to get Stan off my mind for hours, and since I was at the nightclub anyway, I’d tried to drink away all thoughts of him.

Yeah, not a very good plan, that one. Instead of winding up passed out, like I wanted to, I’d impulsively hopped in a cab and headed over to his place instead. Why? Because my drunken brain figured that if I slept with Stan, it would dispel all of the lingering sexual tension and I might be able to go on about my life. Well, go on with it as much as possible with our fake relationship contract.

So I’d done what I often do, I ran away from even the hint of emotional intimacy. After the night we’d shared, I just knew if I woke up in his arms in the cold light of dawn I’d have to acknowledge my feelings for him. Instead, I’d chosen to forfeit the game. I’d left him all alone and returned to my own bed to not sleep. All alone.

All alone hits differently after you’ve spent time with another body curled up around your own. I didn’t like the feeling of sleeping alone, to be honest, and that made me worry most of all. I wondered if I were really catching the feels for Stan at all, or if I were really just lonely and bored.

The confused jumble in my heart and soul became a veritable Gordian knot, which I could not hope to untie. So I just let it sit there and stayed awake until my alarm went off.

I rose and showered, remarking to myself that this activity wasn’t nearly as much fun alone as it had been with a friend. Or fake boyfriend.

Fake relationship. I was beginning to wonder what that even meant anymore. When I thought about it, a lot of relationships were fake. I knew that my cousin Jamie had married a man she once bullied in high school for his money, but from what I could see they were perfectly happy with each other. Maybe all relationships are fake.

A chill went down my spine in spite of the hot water when I had a sudden thought. What if all, or at least most, relationships started off more or less fake and then deepened into something more real?

After the shower, I put on some casual, comfortable clothes and waited outside for my sister Irene and her family to pick me up. I soon saw their blue and gray minivan rolling up.

“Hi,” Irene said with a cheerful wave from the passenger seat. “The door’s unlocked.”

I grabbed the big sliding door’s handle, but the thing hated me and refused to open.

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