Like A Dog

{Jae}

Fortunately for Anya, she's not as stupid as she seems at first. She knows how she should behave when I introduce her to the rest of my friends and that surprises me in a good way. She also behaved very well when I introduced her to my council colleagues.

Anya is all smiley and polite, she laughs when is necessary and even makes a couple of jokes that put my friends at ease. Except Rogan, of course, he still looks like he has a stick up his ass.

I'm still bothered by the fact that her friend Remington knows we have a fake relationship and probably even knows about the slap I gave her. That could snowball into something I don't need, but I'll trust the little guy. I would tear him apart if it came to that and he knows it, so I don't think he'll risk it.

Still, Anya needs to keep her mouth shut from now on or I'll stop being so nice to her.

"I have to go say goodbye to the rest of my friends, but I hope we can see each other soon," Anya says a few minutes later, still all smiles. "Thank you all for coming!"

My friends say goodbye to her, and I see a group of three little girls waiting for her, so I let her go. For now.

"Honestly, good for you, buddy," Damon says, looking at Anya as she walks away. I see he approves of my wife’s looks, but of course, he doesn't have the balls to say so. I'd kick his ass if he dared to disrespect me like that, "Love is love. Who cares if it's illegal, right? You make the rules anyway."

"Shut the fuck up," I growl, he throws his hands up in surrender immediately, "My business is my own. And... love is love, so yeah. Fuck it."

That's all the explanation I can give in the face of this shit I've been forced to do. All my friends nod in agreement, except Sophie.

"Can we finally talk or are you still busy?" She asks, angry eyebrows raised to the sky. Damon and Steven try to hide their laugh, but Sophie just holds my gaze.

"Sure, let's talk," I say and we walk to the bar which is almost empty because most of the guests have already left, "I know this is a surprise."

"Uh-huh," she says, crossing her arms, "A big one. I know we're just friends, but a heads up before your wedding invitation would have been nice. Who the fuck is Anya? When did you meet her? Why the fuck did you get married so fast? You said you didn't even want a girlfriend."

"Okay, calm down," I start, she takes a deep breath. I trust her enough to go out with her from time to time and fuck her when I get horny, but not enough to tell her that this marriage is fake. She would hold on to that information for dear life and maybe do something to fuck up my father's plan to fix my image, "She's a Red Wolf, just like me. My father introduced us and implied he wanted me to give her a chance, so I did. I got to know her and... we fell in love."

"Yeah, right," she snorts, "You don't fall in love."

"I did this time," I blurt out, she shuts her mouth but I can tell she's pissed. I think I screwed up by being her fuckbuddy for so long, now she feels entitled to demand explanations. She wasn't like that before.

"We fucked two weeks ago," she reminds me.

"Well, two weeks ago I was still in the early stages of falling in love," I lie, "Now I'm all in, so we won’t be doing any of that anymore."

Sophie looks at me for a couple of seconds, but then looks away. Angry and reeking of jealousy.

"She's just a little girl," she grumbles, "Does she even know how to fuck? Will she satisfy you?"

"I'll teach her," I say, angering her even more, "Hey, you promised you wouldn't make a drama out of this."

"Yeah, well, that was a year ago," she blurts out, but then takes a deep breath and shakes her head, "Okay, I guess. Good luck on your marriage."

"Thanks, babe," I say with a smile, but she scoffs and walks away, straight for the front door. Ah, well. I guess that's one less fuck buddy.

But I still have another one. And Jessy is absolutely perfect for the little plan I've been building all night to keep myself sane.

I pick up my phone as I watch my new wife chatting with her friends and I call my mistress. She takes the call, but stays quiet.

"Jessy?"

"Aren't you getting married right now?" she asks. I roll my eyes at her tone, why are women so fucking annoying? She also said this would be casual.

"Yeah, that a problem?" I ask in a hard voice. I think she knows I won't accept her scolding me, because she just sighs.

"I guess not, why are you calling me, do you want to spend your wedding night with me?" She laughs.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," I reply with a laugh, "And I have a proposition for you... Would you like to go on a honeymoon with me?"

"What!" she snaps at me, "Now you're playing games with me?"

"You know I don't play games, Jessy. I'm serious," I tell her, she's still surprised, "My wife is lovely and all, but she's not you. But the thing is... you look like her. From the back."

"Jae!" she groans, making me laugh again, "You're a fucking pig, are you serious?"

"Listen to me," I stop her, trying to hold back the laughter, "I'm not willing to let you go anytime soon, but it has to be a secret. And you look like her from the back, so if I upload a couple of pictures of us on our honeymoon, no one would be confused."

"Huh? But what about her?"

"She's a virgin and wants to stay a virgin for longer. We came to an agreement for the time being. She is okay with this," I lie and that makes Jessy finally listen to me. "So, how would you like to be my pretend wife for two weeks?"

"I..." she thinks about it for a couple of seconds, "Okay. I'm in."