False Illusions (False #1) by A. Cramton Read Free Book Online

thoughts; I’m still not buying it.
    I purse my lips. “So you had no idea that I was engaged to Marcus?”
    His eyes widen in shock. “Marcus is your fiancé?”
    I sigh. “Look me in my eyes, promise me you didn’t know that he was my fiancé and you didn’t know who I was when you met me,” I plead. “Please tell me you didn’t know.”
    Yoel’s brown eyes meet mine. For a second I think he’s going to confirm my nightmares, but instead he shakes his head. “Madison, I promise I didn’t know.”
    Relief fills me and I take a deep breath.
    He lifts me on the sink counter. “I missed you,” he whispers. His hand sliding up my legs, under my dress. “So fucking much.”
    I gasp when his fingers slide beneath my panties and between my folds. I moan.
    “So wet for me already.” His fingers slide in and out, teasing me.
    His mouth captures mine with soft bites. “As much as I want to fuck you right here and now, I’d rather have you back in my bed, where you belong.”
    Where you belong , plays over in my head. Technically I belonged at home; you know where my fiancé is currently missing. Most of the time.
    Yoel lifts me up and sets me down on my feet that are now wobbly in my six-inch heels.
    He lifts my chin, his lips meet mine, soft and gentle. “Did you miss me?” he whispers against my lips.
    I nod. I did as much as I hate to have these feelings toward him, I did miss him. A lot.
    “Good. Now let’s go finish up dessert so I can get you home.”
    Thankfully there wasn’t a line outside the ladies room, but we did receive some looks from the waiters and waitresses.
    Chris, Chelsea and Dominic watch us take our seats, smiling like idiots. Damn it, I’m sure they knew something was up.
    “Hey bro, you have a little lipstick, right here.” Chris motions to the corner his mouth.
    I blush as Yoel cheerfully wipes his mouth and shrugs. Chelsea sends me a knowing look and I’m sure my whole face is red now.
    “So,” Chelsea smiles. “Have you applied at anymore magazines?”
    Bitch.
    I narrow my eyes and shake my head. “No, They’re mostly in Los Angeles and New York.”
    “Magazines?” Chris asks while Yoel studies me curiously.
    Chelsea nods and takes a bit of her tiramisu. “Yeah, Madison has a degree in journalism,” she says after swallowing.
    Taking gulp of wine, I avoid Yoel’s stare.
    “Then why don’t you go for it?” he speaks up.
    I finally look at him and cock an eyebrow. “Did you not just hear what I said?”
    He rolls his eyes. “Yes, I heard you. They’re mostly in L.A. and New York, but what I’m failing to clearly understand is why aren’t you chasing your dreams.”
    I stare at him. He has a good point, but then again he doesn’t understand my situation.
    “It’s complicated.” I blink and turn away.
    “Your dreams shouldn’t be complicated,” he says before jumping into another conversation with Chris and Dominic. I was thankful he didn’t press the issue.
    Chelsea catches my attention and nods, giving me that I told you so look.
    My phone vibrates in my clutch. When I pull it out I see it’s from Marcus.
    I’ll be home late, don’t wait up.
    I quickly type back, annoyed.
    I never do.
    Thank you, Marcus. For making all my questionable decisions out to be the best decisions.

    “Are you okay?” Yoel asks as we lay naked under the covers. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other as soon as the elevators doors closed. We definitely made up for the week we didn’t see each other. Well, more like he made up for lying, with his tongue.
    “Yes, I’m okay.” I stare out the large bedroom window. The Las Vegas strip lights up the night.
    He pulls me closer to him. “I’m sorry I lied, you know that right?”
    I nod, he said sorry a million times since we made our way to his bed.
    Turning to face him I smile. “Where are you from?”
    We already crossed the ‘don’t get personal’ line.
    “I’m from Atlanta,” he answers after a second.