Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (good books to read for beginners txt) 📗

are, Kenny, helped with that, and I wanted to do anything not to end up like you two. My good, Irish Catholic boy has helped with that.”

Maggie put her arm around me and squeezed me tight as a way of punctuation. One of her glorious tits pressed softly against my bicep, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I had to force my dick to stay flaccid.

As though we had practiced it, we kissed tenderly just to drive the point home. Electricity shot through my body and must have hit my cock because it made it half hard. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

Finally, the two gobshites were called back for their counseling session, with Raquel saying, “Well, don’t forget to stop by our engagement party.”

On the way past, I heard her hissing at the douche bag, “I’m changing all of our wedding plans now that we’re competing with that.”

The two lovebirds stormed off to their session in a huff, and I felt a bit bad for the counselor they were going to see. I could just imagine their session, with Raquel being uppity and demanding about every little thing and her boyfriend trying to give in but resenting her for the over-priced wedding flowers and the future names of their children or whatever it was that a couple was supposed to talk about during pre-marital counseling.

That guy had not looked happy to be with her. I couldn’t believe he would cheat on this fine specimen sitting beside me with that monster. He was obviously regretting it. As he rightfully should.

The timing of the two of them being called back was a close call, and I was glad that Maggie and I hadn’t been sent to our separate appointments first. Not only because it would prove we were lying, but also because I really liked being with her.

I hoped I got called back last so that I could keep talking to Maggie as long as possible. That is, if either of us got called back at all— it was taking forever for both of us to have our appointments, as if every business in this office complex was running behind.

That was more than fine with me, though. I wanted to get to know my fake fiancé a bit more.

“Those two seem really happy together, or at least they seem to be a good match for each other. Good thing they’re getting married. Saves the rest of us the risk,” I remarked, as soon as they had disappeared.

This made Maggie laugh. It was really a beautiful, deep, and throaty sound. And it was only made better by the fact that I was the cause of it. She really could light up a room with the way her face glowed and her eyes widened when she genuinely let loose.

“Thank you so much for helping me out of that crazy predicament,” she said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “What are the odds of that even happening? Them showing up in the same office building the same time as me?”

She rolled her pretty, dark brown eyes for emphasis before adding, “I really appreciate everything you said and did.”

Winking at her, I decided that this was the perfect time to lay the charm on her with a trowel.

“No problem. The price will only be your full name and phone number,” I said, “and if you could pay in full right now, that would be perfect.”

Chapter Five – Maggie

Well, that had come out of the blue.

I’d really been having a bad day up to that point. Seeing Raquel and Kenny made it even worse. I had no idea what I would have done if I’d had to face them alone. Quiver and cry, probably, much to Raquel’s delight, no doubt.

Kenny didn’t seem as into taunting me as Raquel had. He was a jerk but not completely evil and he seemed to still have some feelings for me, so I would cut him some slack there. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was reluctant to go along with the counseling or even to be with Raquel, although I was probably reading too much into that.

Raquel was totally unbelievable. She seemed hellbent on destroying my heart and life in any way she could. I had no idea what I had done to her other than be her stepsister, which hadn’t exactly been my choice, and was a role that I happened to think I had fulfilled with grace.

In fact, I’d always tried to be there for her and to talk to her when I felt things had been going wrong or she’d seemed down, and yet this was how she repaid me. I certainly didn’t think I deserved this kind of treatment, but I was beginning to realize it was just the way she was.

Life had made her hardened and bitter after her parents’ divorce and she seemed intent on taking it out on everyone else. In fact, she was likely taking it out on me personally, making me the target of her ire because I happened to be too close to her own personal situation, just because I was the daughter of the woman her father had remarried.

It felt good to not have to put up with her cruelty anymore, at least for the moment, but the amusement I felt at seeing her storm out of the lobby was short-lived. I was still stuck with the fact that I was alone, and she was marrying my ex— and that sucked.

After ridding me of my tormentors, I was more surprised than I should have been that my rescuer made the completely reasonable request of knowing my full name. When he also asked for my number, I thought that seemed a bit forward, but he had willingly gone along with the