Page 15 of Fake for 7 days

There was no help for it.

I needed a woman to accompany me to my brother's wedding next week. Otherwise, my grandmother would make good on her threat and throw all her wealth down my brother's throat.

Involuntarily, the thought occurred to me that I could kill two birds with one stone. If I reconciled with Abigail, Donovan Hayden Ellesmere would give me the long-awaited contract. And my grandmother would be satisfied and wouldn't leave all the money to that idiot Cameron.

With Abigail, I could achieve both goals.

So if I told her father right away...

I shuddered at the thought.

Just remember how annoying that woman was in the end. You wouldn't last another week with her. You'd throw her out after three days. Hell, after three hours. Three minutes. No, that's absolutely out of the question!

At that moment, I noticed that the traffic light in front of me must have been green for some time. How long had I been standing here, lost in thought? Luckily, there was little traffic on this street, so no one had noticed my daydreaming. Slowly, I took my foot off the brake.

WHAM!

I was thrown forward.

"DAMN IT!" I yelled loudly.

Someone had crashed into my Ferrari!

Okay, I had been standing at a green light, which wasn't ideal. But shouldn't the driver behind me have noticed that? What were brake lights for, after all? My Ferrari was only three months old, and now I had damage? Major damage, I was sure. I could only hope that the other driver was well insured. The standard coverage certainly wouldn't be enough.

Angrily, I clenched my teeth and got out.

A small green Toyota was stuck to my rear, as scratched and dented as the back of my Ferrari now was. Apparently, this wasn't the Toyota driver's first accident.

I snorted indignantly. This was exactly the type of car driven by overweight, middle-aged men who could barely squeeze behind the wheel and probably didn't even know which switch did what. Some people really should just give up their driver's license and switch to taxis instead of making the roads even more unsafe. I was already making the hand gesture for money towards the driver and took a deep breath.

In the slowly falling twilight, I now looked through the windshield of the Toyota.

And saw... HER!

Definitely not an overweight middle-aged man.

A young woman.

With dark hair and dark eyes.

And a face like a painting.

She stared at me in horror.

What a woman!

At that moment, I had only one wish: I wanted to see the body that went with that face.

Would the stranger finally get out now?

Slowly, she opened the door. Her brown eyes were glued to my face. Despite the shock, there was a seductive warmth in her gaze that I had never seen before.

The woman got out.

She was wearing a green party dress that showed off her figure perfectly. Large, firm breasts. A slim waist. Well-shaped, firm legs and a beautiful round bottom.

Oh yes, baby.

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