Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Virgin Fiancée
A Fake Engagement Romance
Nikki Chase
Contents
Virgin Fiancée
1. Piper
2. Piper
3. Raphael
4. Piper
5. Raphael
6. Piper
7. Piper
8. Raphael
9. Raphael
10. Piper
11. Raphael
12. Piper
13. Piper
14. Raphael
15. Piper
16. Piper
17. Raphael
18. Piper
19. Raphael
20. Piper
21. Piper
22. Raphael
23. Piper
24. Raphael
25. Piper
26. Raphael
27. Raphael
28. Piper
29. Piper
30. Raphael
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Preview: His Virgin
1. Caine
2. Daisy
3. Caine
4. Daisy
Bonus: Stripped
1. Jessica
2. Jacob
3. Jessica
4. Jacob
5. Jessica
6. Jacob
7. Jessica
8. Jacob
9. Jessica
10. Jacob
11. Jessica
12. Jacob
13. Jessica
14. Jacob
15. Jessica
16. Jacob
17. Jessica
18. Jacob
19. Jessica
20. Jacob
21. Jessica
22. Jacob
23. Jessica
24. Jacob
25. Jessica
26. Jacob
27. Jessica
28. Jessica
29. Jacob
30. Jessica
31. Jacob
32. Jessica
33. Jacob
34. Jacob
35. Jessica
36. Jacob
37. Jessica
38. Jacob
39. Jessica
40. Jacob
41. Jessica
Epilogue
Preview: Billionaire Protector
1. Alice
2. Alice
3. Alice
4. Seth
About the Author
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Virgin Fiancée
A Fake Engagement Romance
Chapter 1
Piper
Two Months Ago
What the hell?
I stand frozen in the doorway, my mouth hanging open.
I can’t believe my eyes.
The door isn’t even closed, and they haven’t even heard my footsteps.
On the bed, just a few feet away, my boyfriend’s naked ass is going up and down, plowing into a woman who’s spread-eagled beneath him.
She’s the one who notices me first. She says, “Hey, she’s cute. Your friend wanna join us?”
Is this woman crazy?
Mark stills, hovering over the woman. He turns his head to the side to look at me. His eyes are wide and his forehead is covered with fat beads of sweat.
Oh, and his cock is still buried in the woman’s pussy.
“Piper. I… Uh…” Mark’s body jumps into gear, although his brain hasn’t quite caught up. He pulls his cock out, dives down to the floor to pick up his boxers, and quickly puts them on. He steps closer.
“Keep your hands off me,” I say, avoiding him as he reaches out to touch me.
“You… I… Uh… I thought you… Weren’t you planning to come later tonight?” Mark asks, stumbling all over his words.
“My plans changed,” I reply curtly.
I was about to have lunch with Carly today, but she canceled. So I thought I’d visit my boyfriend, make out a little bit, and—if things go well—maybe even let him take my virginity today.
That’s definitely not happening now.
“Hey, dude, your one hour is up. Do you want more time? It’s the same flat rate,” the naked girl says, as if she’s completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere.
Mark remains quiet as the gears in my brain goes into overdrive. Why is she being so casual about everything? And what could she mean by “flat rate”? Flat rate for what?
My breath catches in my throat as realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
“Dude? Max, right?
” The woman remains on the bed as she picks up Mark’s jeans, which were lying on the carpeted bedroom floor. She pulls out his wallet from the back pocket and says, “I’ll just help myself, okay? See? I’m just taking whatever you owe me.” She takes out a few bills and holds them up for Mark to see, although he remains completely frozen in place, not daring to take his eyes off me.
My blood boils. He’s cheating on me with a prostitute? Really?
“Don’t tell me she’s a prostitute,” I say as I glower at Mark.
The woman gets up from the bed and quietly puts on her clothes, piece by piece, as if we weren’t also here in the same room.
After a long pause, in which the only sounds are the zipper of the woman’s mini skirt being pulled up and the muffled clicks of her heels on the carpet, Mark says, “Okay. I’m not going to tell you she’s a prostitute.”
The woman laughs. Looking right at me as she walks out of the bedroom, she says, “Honey, I wouldn’t have fucked this guy if he didn’t agree to pay for it.”
The woman’s ultra-high heels click noisily on the wooden floor as her footsteps get further and further away.
The front door opens, then closes again with a soft click.
It’s just the two of us now, marinating in the tense, awkward atmosphere, neither of us knowing what to say.
I look at the desk, where I left my laptop this morning. I could at least take that with me right now, even if I have to leave the rest of my stuff behind.
“I’m sorry, Piper. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You weren’t meant to find out,” Mark says, finally finding his tongue.
“And that makes it okay?” I march past him toward the desk and grab my laptop. I’m ready to leave now. I don’t care. There’s no explanation needed.
“Please, Piper. I know I fucked up, but I had a bad case of the blue balls. It’s been six months,” he says as he follows me out the room. “If you think about it, both of us are responsible for what just happened. We can move forward. We can move past this. I have faith in us.”
“I don’t.” I open the front door, step out into the hallway, and turn around. “Don’t even think about following me. Your face makes me sick.”
Mark flinches from my words. I take the opportunity to slam the door shut in his face.
Dickhead.
My feet move swiftly, fueled by anger. What a waste of my time and energy.
I thought I was going to finally lose my virginity to Mark, but now I’m glad we never did it. God knows how many times he has cheated on me and never gotten caught.
Chapter 2
Piper
Present Time
“I swear, her heels were higher than her skirt was long.” I pick up my bottle from the floor and take another gulp of the beer. “But enough about that. I’m so over Mark. Can we just talk about something else? This is our last night here. It’s the end of an era.”
“Yeah, who cares about Mark? This is our night. Fuck that guy,” Carly says passionately, adopting my anger as if it’s her own. She pauses to think. “Wait. No. Do the opposite of that. Don’t fuck that guy.”
We both laugh. Our apartment may be mostly empty now, but it still feels like home, now that we’re chatting and laughing like we usually do.
The living room looks smaller than it normally does, which is weird because there’s actually less stuff now.
Brown cardboard boxes of different sizes are scattered all over the green carpeted floor. Instead of buying moving boxes, we went with the free option. We went to the grocery store and begged a staff member for free, used boxes from the warehouse.
Other than the boxes, there’s not much left in the apartment.
A pizza box that contains our dinner. Three bottles of beer, one of which is already empty. Our bags. And us. Oh, and McClaw, my orange tabby, who’s chilling on my lap right now. He was a total nuisance while we were packing, jumping into boxes and tearing them apart with his sharp teeth and claws.
All the big pieces of furniture have been sold on Craigslist or moved to my new studio apartment.
I’m glad George, Carly’s boyfriend, has nicer furniture than we do. That’s why Carly’s leaving behind almost all the big items to me, although she was the one who originally bought most of them. So I got them for free.
God, I love free stuff.
Like this pizza. It tastes better because it’s free. Carly bought it for us both, knowing how broke I am. She’s an amazing friend.
I take another slice of the pizza, the one with a bunch of meat chunks and pepperoni on it. I’ve been subsisting mostly on ramen and day-old grocery-store bread. I probably don’t get enough protein.
“You know, I never liked Mark,” Carly says as she takes another sip of the beer.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my mouth full of cheesy, meaty goodness.
“Well, you seemed to like the guy. As far as I could tell, he treated you nice enough. I thought I was just jealous.” She grins. “I know it’s weird, but I used to have you all to myself.”
“Aww…” I lean over and pull Carly into a hug with my clean hand, holding the pizza with my other one. “It’s not weird. To be honest, I’m feeling kind of jealous too, now that George gets to be your new roommate.”
“I’m so going to miss you, Piper,” Carly says, pulling me closer with both hands, resting the beer bottle she’s holding on my back. The bottle is cold, the wetness seeping through the back of my shirt.
“Oh, you’ll be fine.” I break the hug. “You’ve stayed over at George’s a bunch of times, right? I’m sure you guys will do fine.”
“I know, but it won’t be the same without you.” She sighs.
“I’m the one who’s going to miss you more. I’ll be living on my own.”
“That’s not true. You have McClaw with you.” Carly reaches out one drunk, heavy hand and pets the cat, making him swish his tail from side to side with displeasure.
“Yeah, he’s not a very good conversationalist, though.” I move Carly’s hand away before McClaw shows her how he got his name in the first place. “Plus, he made it really hard for me to find a new place. If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve been able to find new roommates and just move into a room. Instead, I have to get a tiny, unfurnished studio.”
“Eh, you may be better off living on your own anyway. At least McClaw will be the only asshole you’ll live with.”
“Yeah.” I pause. “Can you imagine if I ended up moving in with Mark I I’d planned and then found out he’d been cheating on me?”
“When things are bad, it’s good to remind yourself that it could be worse.” Carly lifts her beer bottle up for a toast.
“Word.” I pick up my bottle and clink it against hers. “I had no idea how hard it is to find an apartment, though. I was completely unprepared.”
“Really? It was pretty easy for me to get this one.”
“Yeah, it was easy for you because you have money.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, money is great. You should get yourself some of that good stuff.”
I laugh wryly and scratch the soft fur between McClaw’s ears.
It’s only Carly’s name on the lease for this two-bedroom apartment. She fell in love with the place and rented it on her own. In the first week of the semester, she put up flyers all over the campus, looking for a roommate. I was the lucky person who happened to click with her and became the chosen one.
Unlike me, Carly gets money transferred into her account from her parents every month. She doesn’t have the same money problems that I do, although we’re both college students.
To be honest, maybe those landlords have a good reason to not let me move into their properties. The studio I’m going to move into is the cheapest one I could find. Yet I’m not sure I’ll be able to pay the rent on time every month. I guess we’ll see.
Carly offers to help, of course. But I can’t keep relying on her forever.
My dad is broke, too, so I can’t ask him for any money. And he
lives too far from San Francisco, where my college is, for me to move back in with him.
My whole life, the man has spent all his money at the liquor store. He did stop for a while, when we had to scrounge up every penny for Mom’s hospital bills. But now that she’s gone, his alcohol habit has only gotten worse.
“Did you manage to find any work?” Carly asks.
“Yeah. I got a retail job at the mall, but they’re not giving me many shifts. I may have to get another job, on top of that one.”
Carly goes quiet before finally saying, “You know you can always come to me for help, right?”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Carly,” I say, smiling.
I don’t like asking for help from other people; I think that’s a show of weakness. But Carly is my roommate, and she knows I haven’t always managed to pay my rent on time. She has been generous with me and never even said anything about my late payments. A real landlord wouldn’t be as nice.
While she's trading up to a more luxurious apartment, I’m definitely trading down.
Maybe it's my own fault.
Sure, luck has something to do with it, too. I grew up wearing hand-me-downs from my older cousins, while Carly used to get thousands of dollars at the beginning of every school year to update her entire wardrobe.
But I have a part to play in this, too. While Carly’s getting a sensible finance degree, I’m working toward a music degree.
Through her dad’s connections, she gets an awesome paid internship position at some investment bank. On the other hand, I go through audition after audition to play “for exposure”—which is just a nicer way to say I’m basically free labor.
I do get some paid gigs. Still, I bet the bartenders at the joints where my jazz band plays make way more in tips alone than we do in total.
I also offer guitar and piano lessons, and I make decent money from them.
When I don’t have anything better to do with my time, sometimes I take my guitar downtown, put my open guitar case on the sidewalk, and just start playing, hoping to collect a few bills, along with the mountain of coins I usually get. This doesn’t earn me much, but it’s a good way to spend a nice, sunny day.