Bright Lights and Summer Nights: A Fake Dating Billionaire Sports Romance (Black Tie Billionaires)

“I think I could get used to being on a yacht,” I tell Preston as he leads me to the second level of the boat. The stairway is narrow and dim, but I trust him to guide me. We’ve already toured the first floor, even though I don’t know if calling it a boat is the right word because it’s massive and elaborate.

“Yeah?” Preston asks, leading me down a walkway. If I remember correctly, the blacked-out windows next to us are where the captain steers the boat from, and there’s enough space for living quarters for him if at sea.

We stop at the back of the boat, both of us standing against the railing that overlooks the deck below us. “Yep. It’s official, I’m a yacht person. Next, I need to find a way to actually go out to sea on one of these.”

“We’ll have to do that sometime,” he responds.

I watch him carefully, wondering if I heard him correctly. He stares right back at me, his features set in stone. Either he doesn’t realize he’s said it, or he sees nothing wrong with it.

“Will we?” I ask cautiously.

My heart races in my chest as I wait for his answer. I don’t know what I want it to be. I’m a mess—the biggest mess—and I’m under no impression I should be diving into some sort of relationship with anyone, not that I assume he’d even want that. But it does make me sad to think about never seeing him again after Saturday. Maybe we should’ve talked more about this.

“Maybe.” He makes the word sound so confident.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I search his eyes for answers. “I thought we were never going to see each other again after Saturday,” I confess. I know it’s probably not the right thing to say, but I don’t care. I don’t want to dwell on what-ifs anymore. I want to know how he feels and not have regrets or wonder what would’ve happened if I’d been honest.

Preston reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand lingers as he cups my cheek.

“What are you thinking?” I whisper, wishing he wore his emotions on his sleeve. Occasionally, I’ve seen breaks in his resolve and could read his features, but he’s so good at keeping what he feels hidden that right now, I have no idea what’s running through his mind.

“I’m thinking that I have no idea what’s happening between us. And that when I conned you into being my fake girlfriend for the week, I thought that I’d be okay with letting you go at the end of it.”

“But now?”

“Now I hate the thought of saying goodbye to you.”

“I know.” I should probably say more, but I don’t know what else to say to him. I could tell him that I feel the same and I hate the idea of never seeing him again after this. But I’m trying to think more long-term—something I clearly haven’t done before.

I don’t know what anything past this week would look like for us. I don’t even know what my life will look like weeks from now. I’m a mess and have so many things to figure out, but for right now, I just want him to know that I don’t want to say goodbye either.

He moves his hand to the back of my neck as his thumb tilts my chin up. “I don’t let anyone in my head.” His free hand taps my temple before both of his hands are cupping my cheeks. “But you managed to do it, Emma. You’re in my head. And the craziest part is that I don’t even want you out of it.”

“You really say all the right things.” I lift on my tiptoes, my hands finding his forearms as my lips find his. I don’t have the right words to say to him, so I don’t use words at all. I kiss him, not caring if someone were to see us. Nothing matters but reveling in every second I have with this man.

The kiss is slow, but it still makes my heart beat furiously. I don’t know how long we stay locked in it, but somehow, it feels like time both stands still and flies by all at once.

Eventually, he pulls away, a whisper of a smile on his lips. “Tell me where you’d like to go on this yacht.”

My eyes widen with excitement. I sigh, turning to look out over the deck and at the ocean around us. “Anywhere. I don’t think you could pick a wrong place to visit when aboard something like this.”

He steps behind me, pressing his front to my back. His arms come around my waist as he rests his chin on my shoulder. I let out a sigh, my body feeling completely content as I let myself melt into him.

“Well, where have you gone?” he asks. His chest rumbles against my back with his deep, throaty rasp.

“On a yacht? Wherever we’re going tonight.”

“No, I meant where have you traveled to before? I don’t want to take you somewhere you’ve already been when I could take you somewhere completely new.”

“I’ve never been out of the country, so your options are pretty limitless.”

His fingers tighten slightly at my hips. “Never?”

I shake my head. “Never. I’m not very well traveled, Preston Rhodes.”

“Now you’re making me want to take you to every country in the world.”

I smile at the thought, imagining what it’d be like to travel the world with him. I bet he’s the kind of guy who has a perfect itinerary planned out to the hour. “Is that a promise?”

He hugs me tight to his chest, completely enveloping me in him. “I hope it is.”