Chapter 6
Fiona's Pov
Immediately I entered my room, I slammed the door shut and laid on my bed, the only thing I could think about was the guy I met earlier. I couldn't get him off my mind, I didn't even know his name but my body seemed to react to the thought of him. My hands roamed round my body, I felt so aroused by a stranger I just met. My hands seemed to move on it own as it did a circular rhythm round my panties
As I lay there on the bed, I could picture him, his piercing eyes, the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders, the faint scent of his cologne flooded my thoughts, making my skin tingle with heat. I didn't know his name, but my body sure as hell remembered every second of our brief encounter. My nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my top, begging for attention, while a Insistent ache built between my thighs.
My hands, driven by pure need, traced lazy paths over my curves. I slipped one under my shirt, cupping my breast and pinching the stiff peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My other hand pressed firmer against my panties, feeling my dampness soaking through. I rubbed in slow circles, the friction teasing my swollen clit through the cotton barrier. A soft moan escaped my lips as I imagined his strong fingers replacing mine, rough and demanding.
I arched my back, spreading my legs wider, the cool air of the room kissing my exposed skin. Hooking my fingers into the waistband, I tugged my panties down my hips, kicking them off to the floor. Now naked, my pussy throbbed openly, slick with arousal. I dipped a finger between my folds, gasping at how wet I was, circling my entrance before sliding Inside. It wasn't nearly enough but the thought of him thrusting into me, filling me completely, made me thrust faster. My thumb found my clit again, rubbing in tight, I felt a wave of heat build low in my belly.
What if he followed me here? What if he burst through that door right now, pinning me down and claiming what my body screamed for? The fantasy pushed me closer, my free hand clawing at the sheets as I fucked myself harder, chasing the release that only he could ignite for real.
I had never really masturbated but this one felt good.
Just then, a knock came on the door.
"Yes"?
"I'm going to visit my friends, I might come back late" Mason said.
"Alright" I replied and could hear his footsteps slowly fade away.
I stood up and headed for the bathroom, I needed to clean myself up.
Not long after, I went downstairs and sat on the couch, I turned on the TV and realised I was literally all over the news. Like Wtf??? Every chanel I tuned to had my picture all over their screen. I never knew my dad could be this worried. He never showd this much concern when I was with him, I guess you only know the worth of someone after you loose them. I switched off the TV and went to the kitchen to heat up something nice for myself.
Deep down I was worried, if I kept showing on every screen as a missing person, my secret would be out, I might get fired from my job. Even worst Mason's grandma could find out.
The following morning, I resumed work, and as usual, everything was going smoothly. Just then, Adrian walked up to me.
"There's a customer at table three," he said. "He doesn't want me to take his order — he wants you. Be nice to him, he's our biggest client."
I nodded nervously. Why would he want me?
"Hurry," Adrian urged, giving me a look.
I adjusted my apron and walked towards table three. The moment I saw him, my heart skipped, it was the same guy from last time.
"Good morning, sir. What would you like to order?" I asked politely.
"Two cups of coffee," he replied, his eyes briefly meeting mine. I quickly looked away, he was even more attractive than I remembered.
"Coming right up." I hurried to the counter, placed the order, and soon carried the tray back to his table.
"Here you go, sir. Anything else?"
"Sit," he said calmly.
"Pardon?"
"I'm asking you to sit. I want to talk to you."
"Um, I'm working right now, sir. I'm sorry, I can't."
"It won't take long." He removed his glasses, and I froze. His eyes were goddamn blue — like something out of a dream. He looked almost unreal.
I hesitated, then sat down, glancing around. My coworkers were staring. Great.
"I didn't get the chance to talk to you last time," he said. "And when you left, you left in a rush."
"Could you please go straight to the point?" I muttered. "I'm not supposed to be sitting here."
He smirked. "I like that… straightforward."
Then he leaned back, his voice was calm but confident. "My family is coming to town, and I told them I was engaged. I need you to pretend to be my fiancée. I'll pay you $2,000 every two weeks until they leave."
I blinked. "Are you serious?"
"Completely. You just need to agree, sign a few papers, and we're good."
"So you're deceiving your family… with a random stranger?"
"If you put it that way." He replied.
"Oh my gosh, you're insane!" I stood up, but his voice stopped me.
"Fiona."
I froze. Slowly, I turned to face him. How did he know my real name?
"I know you ran away from home," he said softly. "And I'm sure you have your reasons, the same way I have mine. You came to a strange town, changed your identity, started working as a server, when your family is… well to do."
He slid a business card across the table.
"Take my card. You might change your mind. And the second coffee..." he smiled faintly, "Is for you."
Without another word, he stood and left and I watched him go, speechless.
After my shift ended, the manger tipped me more than usual and when I asked why, he said a customer was happy with my services... I didn't have to ask, I knew it was him.
I walked home, completely drained. My head was spinning — not just from work, but from him, I couldn't stop thinking about his offer.
When I reached the apartment, I noticed the lights were on. That was strange, Mason's grandma never came home this early.
"Grandma?" I called softly, stepping inside.
She was sitting on the couch, just staring into thin air.
"You're home early," I said, forcing a smile. "Is everything okay?"
"How was your shift, Ivy? Or should I say… Fiona?"
The air seemed to disappear from the room, My knees immediately felt weak.
"I can explain..."
She stood up, clearly angry. "Explain what? That you lied to me? That you told me you were an orphan? That you gave me a fake name when your family's been searching everywhere for you?"
I shook my head, tears burning my eyes. "It's not like that! You don't understand—"
"Oh, I understand plenty," she snapped. "You came into my home, pretending to be someone you're not. Do you know how that makes me feel? I trusted you, Fiona."
"I didn't mean to lie," I whispered. "After my mother passed away, everything fell apart. My stepmother treated me like trash, and my father just stood there — he never defended me. I had to leave. I had to."
For a moment, her expression softened but it went back to the same angry face.
"I gave you a chance to tell me the truth," she said quietly. "I asked you before if there was anything you were hiding, and you lied again."
She hesitated, then added coldly, "I already called your father. He's on his way to pick you up."
"What?" My heart stopped. "Why would you do that?"
"I can't keep covering for someone who deceives me," she said firmly.
"I don't want to go back there" !!
I felt a rush of panic, and without thinking, I turned and ran out. I heard her calling my name, but I didn't look back. I couldn't. Never!!