The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

“Isn’t that Sofie Diaz, the stinky lowlife Roman Giovanni is engaged to?”

“Oh my goodness! You’re right, she’s the one. Funny enough I’ve seen her in one of my anatomy classes before. We take a few classes together and I never knew she was the one. That’s so crazy!”

“How else could she have been able to afford a private college?”

“Yeah, I never thought of that.”

Those were the taunting words I heard as I retrieved my textbooks from my locker.

The conversation was among three girls, who were standing idly beside an open locker behind me.

I had noticed them glaring at me at the cafeteria earlier that afternoon but I paid them no attention because they certainly didn’t deserve it.

I took a sharp inhale to control my ire and decided to ignore them. I had no idea who they were anyway.

The only person I knew in the whole school was Katie, and she had moved to London during the period I was held captive by Lana.

After I woke up in the hospital, I had switched on my phone to find a barrage of emails and voicemails from her.

In some of them, she was worried I was not picking up and in the other ones, she was mad I didn’t see her off to the airport.

I finally managed to bring myself to respond to them two weeks ago.

I apologized, and conjured up a lie that I had misplaced my phone and some of my vital information, so that was the reason I couldn’t contact her.

Two weeks later, and she was still yet to reply.

“I heard President Giovanni has finally regained his consciousness after five weeks of being in a coma. Did you know Lana Hernandez went to see him at the hospital?” One of the girls asked aloud when I shut my locker.

“No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way! The news have been trending everything for the past three days. I hope they get back together soon. If Lana going to visit him in the hospital, after their sudden breakup two years ago isn’t true love, I don’t know what else is.”

I scoffed inwardly and shook my head.

If only they knew Lana had shot “her true love” and had left him to die.

“It certainly isn’t leeching on someone’s family generational wealth though.” One of the girls scoffed, and they all laughed together.

My anger finally reached its limit and I spun around to face them.

“Do you have something to tell me? If you do, I suggest you say it to my face and stop acting like fucking cowards. Or is it a common behavior for girls from wealthy homes like you guys to be all bites and no bark?” I mocked them.

The tallest of the trio, who I suspected was the ringleader took three steps toward me as she eyed me up and down.

“I wonder what he saw in an ugly looking thing like you. Let me tell you something, you will never belong to Roman Giovanni’s social circle, no matter how hard you try. You’re just a classless pest that he will use and dump soon. Let’s go girls, we don’t need to waste our time on a golddigger.” She scorned, and made to rudely brush past me when I gently pulled her back.

I darted her a harmless smile. “Don’t you want to get a response?”

“Get your dirty hands off me!” She yelled, and I obliged.

“I agree that I’m ugly like you said but at least, he chose an ugly goldigger like me instead of a pretty and wealthy person like you and Lana Hernandez. You can bark all you want but you can’t deny that Roman Giovanni is absolutely in love with me, can you?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.

She glared at me and I waited patiently for her to utter another derogatory statement with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Girls, we have a class in fifteen minutes, don’t we?” She inquired, without looking away from me.

“Yeah.” The shortest among the trip responded.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“We don’t want to run late because of this worthless thing, do we?” She muttered as she arrogantly brushed past me.

I just stared at both her and underlings’ retreating forms and hissed.

I wondered why the rudest people always had the most wealth and power.

Apart from Roman, his grandmother, and Damien, I was yet to meet a wealthy person who had manners.

Later that day when I got home, I found a sticky note pasted to the refrigerator.

I plucked it and in spite of my desolation, I smiled as I read through it.

“Hi, babe. Damien and I are out for lunch. He stopped by this afternoon and asked me out to lunch and I just couldn’t say no. I will give you the full story when I get back.

P. S: I ordered the box of pineapple pizza you’ve been craving since yesterday for you. It’s in the refrigerator.”

I didn’t have an appetite, so I headed upstairs to my room to take a nap but somehow, I ended up with three of my fingers thrusting deep into my wet core.

I had no idea how it happened either. All I remembered was that, one moment I had my nostrils pressed against Roman’s grey sweatpants, which I had packed with the rest of my belongings, on the day I left the mansion.

And in the next, my gown was bunched up at my waist and I had literally become wetter than an oasis.

“Oh, Roman.” I moaned when my fingers brushed my G-spot.

At that moment, I needed him badly more than ever.

I regretted not purchasing the dildo I had seen online two days ago.

I wanted something longer and thicker than my fingers inside me. I wanted to be plowed by Roman until I became a wrecked, cum-leaking and moaning mess.

I imagined him letting out a huge exhale as he completely buried his cock inside me. I imagined his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, as I hooked my legs around his waist.

I envisioned him hammering me into the bed with deep, long thrusts that would eventually bring me to the sweet heavens of erotic gratification.

Then, we’d reach the peak of our sexual fulfillment together.

I would squirt my cum all over his rock hard abdomen and he’d come inside me, and I’d feel the warm thickness of his cum slither out of me as he pulled out.

Afterward, we’d lie side by side as we both came down from our respective highs.

When he made to stand up to clean me up, I’d shake my head and tell him that I wanted to feel him inside me a little longer. He would then smile before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Tears clouded my vision as I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, and yanked myself back to the harsh reality of my life.

Roman wasn’t there with me, and he’d probably never be for a long time or even forever.