Page 19 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

“All right then, you can proceed,” he said.

“Well, um . . .” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I would appreciate it if we refrain from any public display of affection.”

“Of course. You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t have intentions of going that lane with you, so we are good,” Will said in a manner that got me offended.

Don’t get me wrong—I like the fact that he agreed to my request, but the manner in which he put it made it seem like he could never go that route with me—as if I were beneath his class for him to engage in such activities with me.

Just ignore him, I told myself as I faced the plate of food that had been placed in front of me a moment ago.

“Also, we might have to work on your appearance. I can’t have my fiancée dressed in some . . . you know, that.” Will motioned his hands toward my outfit with his nose scrunched up.

“Excuse you?”

“My apologies. No offense, Elizabeth, but you’re going to be mingling with people who are celebrities and stinking rich. Trust me, you do not want to be found wearing a plain dress while they brag about their designer outfits. Don’t worry, I’ll speak with Lydia. She knows what to do.”

I felt heat rise to my face out of embarrassment. God knows the only reason I was doing this was because of Lydia. Who cares about all his money and his offers? I have always believed that money without character is useless. Clearly, Will lacked character.

Ignoring everything else he said, I focused on the meal in front of me and began to dig into what Will called their signature meal. To be honest, even I could have made a better meal.

I made little or no contribution as Will kept talking about things that made no sense to me.

Once we were done with dinner, I was eager to leave. Well, not before he insisted on exchanging contacts.

At least, I was glad he did not comment on my phone, considering his plan was to completely transform me into a woman I was not, just to fit his taste.

Oh, Elizabeth, are you sure this is not a mistake?

Chapter ten

Will

As I looked through the schedule for the weekend, I sighed at the loads of events I had to attend. The rich sure understood the concept of work and play because that was the only explanation as to why there was always a party or an event of some sort every weekend.

The annoying thing was I had to be present. Most of the clients I was trying to close were going to be present as well, and let’s just say this was my chance at sealing new deals.

I heard a knock on the door, interrupting my chain of thoughts.

“Yes, come in!” I said as I twirled my seat to face the entrance of my office, to be met with Anthony and his tablet as usual.

“I wanted to show you the progress on social media since we released your engagement, sir.”

I took the tablet and scrolled through the loads of comments and articles in a short time.

“That’s good. Did you keep Miss Elizabeth’s identity a secret?”

“Yes, sir, but it is only a matter of time before they find her. I was going to suggest you both have a photo shoot session so we can release official pictures to reduce people’s curiosity. I also advised Miss Elizabeth to ensure her social media accounts are made private.”

“All right, please make preparations for a photo shoot.”

“Would you also be attending the party with Mr. Brown tonight, sir?”

“Yes, I will. It's not like I have a choice. We are trying to get him on board, remember?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, sir, the ring you ordered is here already.”

“Oh great! Have it brought in right away.”

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