Fake Billionaire Friends

Chapter 11

Ava P.O.V.

The day at the office was nerve-wracking for me, but not for Jake. He seemed like nothing had happened yesterday, and we didn't have a date tonight at all. He didn't even mention in passing yesterday's kiss or our future meeting. He treated me as reserved as ever, piercing me with his cold, grey eyes that made my panties wet. I should be happy, as I myself had come up with the proposal to hide what might be between us, but I was still annoyed by his indifference. He behaved in such an ordinary way that I began to wonder if I had not dreamt about yesterday's situation and we did not have an appointment for the evening.

At 5pm I started to head home when Jake stood in my doorway. He must have been standing there for a while because he was leaning against the door frame and looking at me intently. I looked at him seriously still gathering my things I needed for the weekend. A few reports to review, a laptop and notes.

- Yes, Jake?

- I'll be there at eight o'clock,' he said, and at the same moment the papers fell out of my hand, spilling onto the desk and the floor. I started to pick them up awkwardly - Remember?

I looked at him over the documents and he smiled conceitedly and walked out, leaving me alone in the mess I had made because of his words. "Asshole," I thought and began to collect the documents, chaotically packing them into a bag.

When I got home and walked around the apartment I started to rummage through my closet looking for the right dress. After two hours of constant dressing, I realized in despair that I had only 30 minutes left to my meeting. I ran to the shower, quickly applied foundation and mascara, and the doorbell was already ringing. I stood completely unready in just a towel not knowing what to do. Another bell rang. I cursed hurriedly and opened the door.

Jake was standing as usual in an impeccable suit, super shiny cufflinks leaning against the door frame. He looked at me puzzled then checked the time on his watch.

- I thought our appointment was for 8 p.m. Unless you don't want to leave," he said suggestively raising his eyebrows, at which I tried to slam the door in his face, but he beat me to it by holding it. He walked lazily into the apartment looking around - Nice. It suits you.

I looked around trying to understand what he meant. A beige couch, some flowers, a bookcase and a yoga mat under the window. Nothing out of the ordinary. I shrugged my shoulders and pointed him to the couch.

- Sit down. I need a few more minutes. If you want something to drink, there is the kitchen - I pointed with my hand in the direction he needed to go and went back to the bathroom.

I hurriedly dried my hair and finally chose an elegant tight dress from Chanel. I grabbed my purse and walked out to Jake who was strolling around my living room looking at my stuff like nothing ever happened.

- Is the inspection over? - I asked and he smiled, still looking at pictures of my family.

- Don't tell me you've never looked at my stuff," he said, turning back to me. Seeing me ready he whistled quietly - You really got ready quickly. You look beautiful.

I felt myself blushing at those words. I pointed to the door without saying a word and we walked out. I locked it and then double checked to make sure it was locked. Jake watched me but didn't say anything, for which I was grateful. I knew I had a few quirks and I didn't like explaining them. I didn't know how much he knew about my family. In my interview with Mark, all I said was that my family died during my 2nd year of college. I didn't use the words murdered, but I wasn't sure they hadn't guessed.

There was a limo parked downstairs. Jake walked to the back door opening it for me. I stayed silent through the road embarrassed looking through the glass at the city streets. It was Friday night so there were people everywhere. I began to wonder if it was safe to go out with my boss on a Friday night. We drove in silence for several dozen minutes when we finally arrived at a small and unassuming Italian retreat in the suburbs.

The inside was filled with little Christmas tree lights which gave off a romantic vibe.

We took a table in the back on the sidelines.

After choosing our dishes, we started discussing recent policy changes and new apps on the market. Due to the nature of the company, I started digging deep into the technology industry to stay up to date. 

Suddenly my phone rang. I apologized and looked at the display.

- It's Ralph - I said to Jake - I'll take it. I'll be right back.

I went outside the place pressing the green phone.

- Where are you? - He asked angrily without even waiting for my hello.

- I am in a meeting - I said - What is it? Did I forget something? Did we have an appointment today?

- What meeting? - He asked almost shouting which surprised me.

- With a friend - I said quickly - What is it?

- I'm at your apartment building. When are you coming back?

His condescending tone began to irritate me.

- Ralph, I'm busy today. Go home. If you want to meet up we can make an appointment for tomorrow or Sunday.

- I'm worried about you" he hissed trying to make me feel guilty which only made me more angry.

- Then don't worry. I have to get back. Bye. - I hung up without waiting for his answer. After a while the phone started ringing again so I muted it.

I walked back to the table, nervous. Jake looked at me wrinkling his eyebrows.

- Are you okay? You look a little shaken up.

- Yeah. Ralph sometimes forgets he's not my father.

- How long have you known him?

I've been thinking for a while, trying to remember when exactly I met him.

- I think it was at the beginning of second year, or maybe the end of first year? I'm not sure.

- Did you become friends like that right away?

- No. I didn't like him at first, but after my family died I had no one, and he helped me a lot. Why do you ask? - Jake shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of wine.

- He's always seemed shady to me. He's not a man I'd trust.

- You don't have to. He's my friend, not yours," I chuckled, ending the subject.

- Okay.

Jake tactfully and smoothly changed the subject to information about his family. He had 3 sisters and 2 brothers. He himself was the middle child and according to what he said he kept close contact with all his siblings, although the closest to him was his youngest sister Kate. His parents were killed in a car accident while he was in high school. His older siblings took care of him for the rest of his years, with him finishing college on a college scholarship. He spoke warmly of the entire family. You could tell he loved them very much. I could even see it in his eyes when he talked about them.

When we got in the limo for the ride home we almost immediately started kissing passionately. Jake pulled my dress up and reached for my panties. I squealed in surprise at which he pulled away from me and looked at me questioningly. I took him in again whispering that it was nothing. He went back to kissing me and started exploring my lacy panties again. I clenched my eyelids trying to control my moans. I had been dreaming about this since I met him, but I was also terrified. This was my first close-up with a man in years, but despite my fear, I didn't want to stop.

Jake gently pulled my panties down my legs then sunk between my thighs.

- You're so wet," he said cockily and then began to lick me. At first slowly and lazily making circles around my clit. I had an o****m almost immediately. Years of absentmindedness and his skill had kicked in. He rose up looking at me questioningly.

- Already? - He asked raising his eyebrows - We have to do it again.

He bent down again to lick me, this time sliding a finger inside me. He chuckled softly and began to stretch me. After only a moment I came again.

By the time we got to my house I was already past 4 orgasms, sweaty, disheveled and feeling butterflies in my stomach. Jake looked at me roguishly and I felt guilty that I was the only one having fun tonight. I was scared but I asked anyway:

- Do you want to go upstairs?

- Very much, but I think that's enough for tonight. We have to stretch you a little before me, but we'll get there - he winked at me.

- Well, yes, 20 cm is no mean feat - I also joked to him, winking at which he smiled widely.

- Just so you know - he kissed me on the cheek and I got out.

I walked to the apartment on soft legs. I felt free and happy. I knew that the next day I would feel guilty and accuse myself that I was too easy on him. Nevertheless, I was happy now. I was finally taking a step forward in my life, and even if I was going to be heartbroken by Jak later, it was worth the attempt. I wanted to be a normal girl again.