Page 6 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

"Great, here," he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. My immediate thought was to refuse the offer that was to come and so I did. My family was beyond rich, there was no need for him to pay for my box dye or whatever else I would need. "No, no, that's not necessary."

He held out the card to me not taking no for an answer. "Take the card, Yasmin."

"I really don't need it, Rafael."

"Call me, Rafe, and I don't care. I want you to have it. You're about to be my wife, fake or not, I'll take care of you."

I'll take care of you.

I silently took the card from his hand, not at all surprised that he had a black Amex card which showed how rich he truly was. I didn't need his money, I likely would never ask him for anything monetary but when he mentioned wanting to take care of me, I caved. I was about to be his wife, his fake wife, but just hearing such a statement from him almost made me want more from the situation. It was a brief and foolish thought, but I couldn't help it.

He was thankfully oblivious to my one-sided conversation and let me carry on without saying anything of it. "I can arrange for someone to do your hair," he offered, towering over me as he rose to his feet.

"That won't be necessary but thank you for the offer," I grinned, showing off my pearly whites.

He nodded. "In that case, I'll be leaving now, and I'll likely be gone all day. Feel free to explore and make yourself comfortable while I'm gone."

With such a request there was no way I could say no. "Of course, Rafe. See you later."

He paused, eyeing me curiously for what felt like an hour but it was a couple of seconds. I thought he regretted giving me free rein in his suite, but he smiled. I didn't miss the look of lust he gave me when he thought I wasn't looking. I shook my head shaking away the steamy thoughts that wanted me to force Rafael into my bed.

There was no way I should even be thinking this so I did the only thing that could take my mind off it. I called my sister.

"It's nice to know you're aware I still exist."

I rolled my eyes; I should have known she would be as dramatic as ever. "Come on, Amirah, I spoke to you three days ago."

"We were supposed to have lunch today, did you forget?"

"Really?" I paused, suddenly remembering agreeing to lunch. It was before everything went down with Ethan. "I'm so sorry, Amirah. The last couple of days have been crazy, lunch didn't even cross my mind."

"What happened?" she asked, noticing how desolate I sounded.

"I'd rather talk about it in person."

"Sure, should I come to the house, or should we still have lunch?"

"Actually..." I reeled off the hotel's address as I asked her to meet me here instead. "Also bring black box dye and a change of clothes for me."

"Okay," she dragged the words out, making it obvious she was confused. "I'll be there in an hour."

"Thank you."

With only an hour to spare, I dialed the front desk and let them know my sister was coming so she wouldn't be forced to wait. Then I grabbed the dirty dishes, washed and dried them, then set them aside. That took all of thirty minutes, so I sat in my original spot and picked up my phone once again.

I sighed as I got an Instagram notification. I clicked on it as soon as I saw Ethan's account pop up. He just posted a picture of him and a model having dinner. A choked laugh escaped my lips as the image embedded in my mind. Of course, he's moved on, it was like he was waiting to break my heart. Luckily, I could avoid the public humiliation of everyone knowing he divorced me, that was the only saving grace of having an extremely private marriage.

I was just about to leave a nasty comment but a knock at the door stopped me. What was I doing? Leaving a comment like that would only humiliate me even further and everyone would dig into my life to find out who I was. No, it would be better if I followed Rafe's lead. He seemed to have it all planned out and it was nice not worrying about it.

I quickly set my phone aside and rushed to the door. As soon as I opened the door I was greeted by long black hair, gorgeous brown skin, and enchanting bluish- grey eyes. My sister had finally arrived and with the way she narrowed her eyes at me, she wanted answers.

"Why are you in a penthouse with nothing but a shirt on?"

I rolled my eyes, something I did a lot whenever Amirah was around. "I'm wearing underwear, so I have on more than just a shirt."

"That's not the point," she snapped, pushing past me and into the suite. "And why did I just see Ethan post a picture with another woman?"

"She's probably his girlfriend," I shrugged as I slammed the door shut. "We're divorced."

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