Page 33 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

Seeing that none of it was working, I had to think of another way.

“Umm . . . you know what? How about you send me a voice note explaining each of these? That way, I can listen to it again when I need to remember what you’re explaining.”

“Oh, okay, I guess that works.”

“Yes, and thank you very much for this, Will. I mean it,” I said, looking at his eyes. The moment he returned the gaze, my senses instantly became aware of our proximity.

That was all I needed to know, and it was time to leave. Standing up abruptly, I picked up my purse and the documents. “Umm . . . I think I have to go now.”

“Wait, why? You could stay, and we could watch a movie, talk, eat . . . and, you know, I could get to know my fiancée better.”

“Right, umm . . . that sounds good, but I actually have to go home. I have a couple of tasks I left unfinished.” I lied. I didn’t actually have any tasks, but I knew I had to lie in order to get myself out of there—and fast!

Knowing Will, he had a smooth way of convincing one to do his bidding. It was no surprise since he was a businessman, after all. But I had to remain disciplined; I was dangerously close to succumbing to his request.

Pushing the thought to the back of my mind instantly, I took a few stylish steps away from him. At least the first thing to do was to create some distance between us.

“Bummer, but it’s fine. I understand. But let me drop you off, at least. I wouldn’t want my fiancée—”

“No, don’t worry. I will go on my own. I can book a taxi to take me home.”

“Elizabeth, are you sure?”

“Positive, Will. Thank you once again for today!” I said as I immediately rushed out of his home.

The moment I was out, I let out a breath I had not even realized I was holding.

Oh, gracious Lord. Oh, thank God. I tried to catch my breath before booking a taxi and exiting his neighborhood. During the drive home, I could not help but wonder what might have happened. Thoughts of the time I had just spent with Will flooded my mind, and I could not shake them off.

It was a shocker, to be honest. I mean, we ended the day quite differently than I had ever thought we would.

“Thank you, sir,” I said as I paid my fare and got out of the taxi. Slowly, I walked into my apartment building, my thoughts still very much fixed on Will.

A part of me wanted to call Lydia and tell her about how the day went, but at the same time, I didn’t want to make her think I was falling in love with her brother.

Or was I?

The question suddenly hit me as I wondered within myself. Was there really a possibility that I liked him? Thinking and talking to myself, I suddenly let out a laugh as I walked up the stairs to my flat.

“Oh, Elizabeth, you like to dream a lot.” There’s no way I was developing feelings for him, no way at all.

Yes, he was rich and handsome, but character-wise, he didn’t match my preferences. However, the part of him he revealed to me today was more in line with what I look for.

As I began to analyze and compare the different sides of Will, I felt myself filled with mixed feelings. Did I, or did I not? To be honest, I was not even sure I wanted to welcome any sort of feelings for Will.

The relationship we had was already complicated, and I just could not imagine how much worse it would become if feelings were involved, especially if they were one-sided.

Yes, I’m saying “one-sided” because there was no chance Will would ever be interested in someone like me when he had richer and prettier women constantly vying for his attention. I mean, he could simply take his pick or make a call, and they would all be at his beck and call.

With women of different caliber around him, I knew there was no hope for me.

So why bother yourself, Liz? I asked myself as I undressed to change into my nightwear.

There is no point falling for a man like Will, one who is totally out of your league. Remember, all of this is a charade that would come to an end sooner or later.

Reminding myself that it was all a contract was the wake-up call I needed. I shook my head at myself at the thought of wanting to harbor these feelings.

I was certain that in a few days, all of it was going to be gone.

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