APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
Yuletide Getaway: Fake Dating The Hot Billionaire Novel Cover

Yuletide Getaway: Fake Dating The Hot Billionaire

Desperate to avoid her family's relentless prying during the holidays, a young woman strikes an unexpected deal with a charismatic billionaire. They agree to pose as a committed couple for a festive getaway, hoping a fake relationship will solve their social woes. However, as the snowy retreat unfolds, the line between performance and reality begins to blur. Amidst the winter magic, they must decide if their connection is just for show or a true romance.
Chapters
share

Chapter 4

~REGINA~

The feel of his rock-hard body against mine sent rippling sensations through my spine. Worse still, I couldn't take my eyes off his well-sculpted biceps as he marched towards the vacation island with me in his arms.

His high chin was another thing that caught my fancy. He was so tall that I couldn't see the rest of his facial features at that moment. But I had already memorized them from staring at him while I was sprawled on the sands at the beach side.

This was the first time someone was showing me this kind of care. He didn't even mind that my body was all wet and Sandy yet he carried me in his arms, thereby staining his loose shirt.

I was so engrossed in drinking his sight that I didn't know we had gotten to his room until he carried me in one hand to enable him to unlock the door.

His men's cologne stuck to my nose, making me dizzy. Heck, everything about him had been spinning my head endlessly, and this just had to tip the scale.

Was I already attracted to this handsome stranger?

I mentally shook my head as he pushed the door open and balanced me in his two hands. Maybe it was the after-effect of nearly getting drowned, and he saved me just in time, right?

Or, perhaps it was because my heart was in a vulnerable state after getting literally crushed by Remy. It had to be one of them because why in the world of fuck would the sight of him and the contact of our bodies make my heart do a thousand backflips?

My mind hadn't fully wrapped around that thought when I felt myself being laid down against the bed, followed by the crashing of his body into mine.

A gasp escaped my lips and from his as well. We stayed in that position, gawking at each other. His lips were still parted and so was mine. Not just that, my clit was twitching from the effect of his length that was pressed to it.

I could tell it was huge and that made it all thrilling. I couldn't think straight anymore. The only thought circling my mind was the feel of his length against my already heated clit.

From his tanned complexion, I could guess his length would be tanned as well. I gulped at that thought. Gracious goodness! What was wrong with me?

Then he broke into a soft smile, his eyes darting around my face.

"You should see your face right now," his deep voice sounded so soft that if I wasn't trapped underneath I wouldn't have heard him.

His hand left my nape and landed on my face, trailing from my forehead and resting on my cheek, pinching me softly.

"God! You are gorgeous." He purred and the dizziness intensified. I forced my eyes closed because his green irises were doing things to my insides. And his words...

Gracious goodness! This seemed too good to be true.

I felt his breath fanning my lips and I knew he was close— so close! My eyes snapped open and a low gasp escaped my lips at the proximity of his lips. It was a breath away from mine.

Heat flared within me, and my mouth went totally dry.

"It seems you don't talk a lot." He half-whispered, his minty breath teasing my nostrils and driving more flames to my center.

Instead of replying, I gulped, but my imaginary saliva barely made its way down my throat when his lips crashed into mine, nibbling and sucking hungrily.

A soft moan escaped my lips as my hands moved on their own accord and found his cheeks, cupping them and parting my lips to allow him more entrance.

A low growl bubbled from his lips as he slid in his hot wet tongue, sending jolts of shivers through my spine.

His hands left my cheek and started trailing a path down my cleavage. A loud blaring of my phone halted his hand a few paces away from grabbing my breast.

I hadn't even given a thought to where my phone was until now. I thought it got lost on the beachside, where I dumped it before heading to play a savior with heels.

I only knew it was mine because of my Jennifer Lopez ‘love of my life’ ringtone.

"I picked it up because it rang and a picture of you displayed as the wallpaper." He answered my silent question as he eased his body away from mine— to my disappointment.

Gulping again, I reached for it on the bedside table. I already knew who was calling.

"Sweetie!!" Her shrill voice blared from the other end as soon as I picked up the call and placed the phone to my ears.

"I'm sorry I left you hanging, love. Your pretend boyfriend is on his way." I sighed on hearing her last statement but nodded anyway.

"I will be with you soon."

When the call ended, I looked up and saw him leaning against the cabinet pressed to the wall, his gaze pinned on me. He was now shirtless, giving me an unwavering view of his broad chest and well-sculpted abs.

'Christ! This guy is a temptation.'

I bit my lips at the way my insides were churning endlessly as a result of his kiss and now his exposed chest was sending flames of need down south.

I needed to go before I would launch at him and start from where we left off.

"You wanna go?" He asked softly.

I nodded as I got to my feet, ignoring my wobbling knees.

"I hope I see you again." He said as I got to the door. I turned, my gaze trailing over his tall and muscular build. I nodded again before sprinting out of the door.

~~~~~~~~~~

I had already freshened up and changed into another dress and headed to Karina's room— even though I wished I never had to take my bath so soon, so I could bask in the remnants of his musky scent that clung to my body.

I unconsciously lifted my hands and trailed my fingers over my lips, recalling the way he had handled my lips so softly and hungrily.

"Earth to Gina!" Karina's shrill voice dragged me out of my daydream.

My head whipped up to look at her, my brows arching questioningly.

"Where were you just now?" Karina asked, peering closely at me with raised brows.

"I was just lost in thoughts," I replied, my mind working at what I would tell her I was thinking about because she would definitely ask.

Her nose scrunched. "I hope you are not thinking about how to go back to that lousy boyfriend of yours?"

I couldn't help chuckling as I shook my head. Funny how my thoughts had already been occupied by this attractive stranger, leaving no room for Remy.

Karina smiled. "Great. My brother is on his way—" A soft knock interrupted her and her gaze snapped to the door and back to me in a split second.

"He must be here." She said gleefully, springing to her feet and heading to the door.

When she opened the door, I lifted my gaze to behold her long-awaited brother, and my eyes widened, threatening to bulge out of their sockets as a soft gasp escaped my lips.

You may also like

A Billionaire's Boredom, A Wife's Rise Novel Cover
8.8
For three years, I was the perfect wife to tech CEO Atticus Monroe, trading my architecture career to become his personal chef and perfect hostess. My world shattered when I brought him an eight-hour bone broth and overheard him confess to a friend. "I'm just... bored." His boredom quickly turned into an affair with his ex-fiancée, Isla. He spent nights at her apartment, then came home to blame me for his unhappiness. At a family gala, when I finally stood up to their public humiliation, Atticus grabbed my arm so hard it left a deep, purple bruise. He had cheated, humiliated, and hurt me, yet he refused my pleas for a divorce, desperate to maintain his perfect image. But his grandfather saw the bruise. He saw the video of Atticus and Isla. After punishing his own grandson, he handed me a check. "Go build the life you deserve." So I did. I filed for divorce to reclaim the life, and the career, I had sacrificed for him.
Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable Novel Cover
7.4
My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.
Awakening From A Toxic Billionaire Marriage Novel Cover
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash. But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love. When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages. "Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting." Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance. "The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!" My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost. And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead. The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt. When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare. "Who are you?" I whispered. Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
Betrayed by the Man I loved Novel Cover
8.2
When she left the cold, controlling man she loved five years ago, Isabella left behind more than just a shattered marriage. Now that she has returned to the city as a prosperous businesswoman, she has a little son who is actually the CEO's heir. Alexander, the strong CEO she previously married, promises to discover her secrets when he learns of her return. However, what he discovers shocks him: a woman who is no longer weak and submissive, and a child who bears his blood. Isabella and Alexander are drawn back into a perilous game of love, power, and retaliation as adversaries circle and secrets come to light. Will pride ruin their second opportunity, or can they confront the truth?
Breaking Free from CEO Novel Cover
9.8
After three years of a cold, transactional marriage, Ava decides she has had enough of being ignored by her billionaire husband, Silas. Despite her devotion, he remains tethered to his past, treating her as a mere placeholder. Determined to reclaim her dignity, Ava files for divorce to start a new life. However, Silas unexpectedly refuses to let her go, sparking a tense battle of wills as he finally realizes what he is about to lose forever.
Felix's Protection for Her Novel Cover
8.6
After a devastating betrayal by her fiance and half-sister, Sarah finds herself at rock bottom. However, a chance encounter with Felix, a powerful and reclusive billionaire, changes everything. Felix offers Sarah a marriage of convenience to protect her from her past and help her reclaim her dignity. As they navigate a world of high-stakes business and family secrets, Sarah must decide if she can trust the man who saved her or if his protection comes at too high a price.