Page 7 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“I don’t know, but I’m trademarking it.”

“Yeah, you go ahead and trademark that, but for as long as I am head of marketing…”

I tried to interject, but I don’t think either of them heard me. They were on a roll. I decided it was best just to treat this event like a natural disaster, similar to a tsunami. I would just sit back and wait for it to be over.

In the end, Fritz brought up a point that Jenna concurred was quite important.

“Sir, we need to make sure that, rather than celebrity, we select a woman based on her likelihood of accepting the contract stipulations.”

“Fritz is right, sir,” Jenna added.

I grunted and leaned back in my chair.

“No need to consider that aspect, Fritz.”

“Why not?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Because women always do what I want.”

Chapter 3

Amanda

“What do you mean, his limo is even better than ours?”

Jennifer gasped on the other end of the call.

The white leather interior of the limo looked great with all the solid gold panels, especially with the majestic sunset reflected in all of its glory. The golden panels had been polished to such a mirror-like sheen that I could see myself in them, hair down and sheathed into a pencil skirt. The woman in the reflection held a phone up to her ear as well.

“I mean just what I say I mean. Of course, Marshall and you have different priorities now than having the biggest and the best of everything. Evan Jones is still in that headspace, so it should come as no surprise that his limo is even more majestic than yours.”

I looked at the opulence surrounding me and shook my head. I mean, there was a mini fridge, a fully stocked bar, a smart television and a desktop built into the center console. It just didn’t get better than all of that, as far as I was concerned.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d even made love to some gorgeous starlet in the back seat, where I was riding.

“I sure wish I knew why Evan Jones wanted to talk to me,” I said.

“Well, didn’t he say it was for business?”

“Yeah, but what kind of business?”

“What if he wants me to organize an event for him or something?”

“Then go ahead and do it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to betray the charity.”

“Stop saying that, for heaven’s sake. It would be great publicity, so go ahead and do it if you want. We never said you had to workonlyfor us, you know.”

“I know, but you guys keep me pretty busy as it is.”

“We’ll muddle through without you somehow. Besides, think of it this way. Even if things don’t work out on the business end, at least you’ll get to spend an evening with an H-oh-double-T guy.”

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to tell me to be modest or trying to pimp me out for publicity.”

“Ouch,” Jennifer said. “You know I would never do that to you. I don’t want you to think of this as encouragement or discouragement of what you may or may not do when you’re alone with one of the most eligible bachelors on the planet.”

“Jennifer, behave.”

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