Madilyn Lasher

"Why did you drag me out here," I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"I think I have a way where we can solve both of our problems," he began. "I'm proposing that you be my future bride, and in exchange, I will help fund your research department and your parent's shop however I can."
"Okay, but why me? I mean, you have a horde of women pursuing you. Why not just date one of them?" I asked
"Because they actually want to marry me. You are…decent enough to get the job done," he said with a snide smile on his face.
"We are going to have to work on your complementing skills, I see," I muttered.
"Look, are you in or not?" Grey demanded.
I sighed. There wasn't much of a downside to taking the deal. If anything went wrong, I could always pull out of it, right?
I nodded, "I'm in."

Fake Bride for the Last Bachelor was created by Madilyn Lasher, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Fake Bride for the Last Bachelor

"Oh yea, right there," I heard Marceline moan. I could hear her through the thin wall that separated us. In repayment for dealing with my family last night, I had booked us both a full spa experience. I wanted Marceline to relax and forget her troubles.


Although I did not know how I would make it out of my massage if she kept it up. I could feel an intense pressure as my waist pressed into the massage table. If she could just stop moaning about how good it felt I might be able to stand up at the end.


Of course, just my luck, she didn't stop. I think my masseuse finally understood why I wouldn't relax under her fingers. She left the room a minute later, shutting off the lights and telling me where the lock on the door was. I turned over on my back and laid there, waiting for my length to relax.


Chapter 27: Steamy Relaxation