Page 14 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“Well, it’s quite simple, really. One of the key facets of planning a wedding is this—who are you planning it for? What are their tastes, their desires, what makes them open their mouth and gasp with awe and pleasure? What gets them excited? What turns them on?”

I wound down and noticed all three of them looking at me with mischievous grins on their faces.

“I’m starting to sound awfully sexual about all of this, aren’t I?”

“Yup,” Jake said.

“Just a little,” Ramone agreed.

I supposed it was my need to confess my sexcapade to someone coming out on a conscious level. That, or I just had an inherently dirty mind.

“Well, the main thing to take away from all of this is, our charity will have a huge surge in publicity thanks to the world-famous Evan Jones using his magnetism and charisma to draw eyes our way.”

Jake and Ramone kind of nodded, as if they agreed.

I took in everyone with my gaze.

“It’s time for us to start strategizing on how to maximize Evan’s popularity for our cause. Ramone, Jake, are you with me? I need you to bring your best ideas forward for this.”

Jake nodded, and then he had a light of realization dawn in his eyes.

“Ooh, ooh, I’ve got it. Whichever one of us…”

He gestured between himself and Ramone.

“…comes up with the best strategy for maximizing Evan’s popularity for the cause will be the one that Jennifer will name the baby after.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Ramone said, “which issomething you’ve never had in your life before.”

Ramone stared at Jennifer’s belly.

“You hear that in there, little guy? Your name is going to be Ramone. And everyone in the world will look at you and know that there goes a real ladies’ man.”

“Can you not talk about things like that to Jen’s unborn baby?” I said with a scowl.

“It’s not like little Ramone understands what I’m saying yet.”

“I understand,” I grumbled, but Jennifer didn’t seem to mind.

She cast her gaze at both of them, and then subtly moved it over toward me.

“Jake, Ramone, I think the two of us need some girl time. Could you give us a minute?”

“That depends,” Ramone said cryptically. “Do you mind taking the check?”

Jake laughed.

“Zing!”

The two of them high-fived, and I began to question my existence, that I had these people for friends.

“Of course I’ll get the check,” she said dryly. “Marshall and I own this restaurant. Now scram, you two. Go find somewhere else to share your pearls of wisdom.”

The two of them stood up and headed for the door, arguing the whole way.

“You know that the best way to use Evan is going to be talking about his boogie boarding, right? Like he could boogie board down the Amazon,” Jake said.

“Are you an idiot? You need an ocean to boogie board,” Ramone replied.

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