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“What hangover were you planning? You told me you always spend your birthdays eating cake at home and watching old TV shows with your grandmother and Waffle.”
“I don't remember mentioning that I wouldn't have any beers to go with it.”
“Mrs. Jenna doesn't drink. And I imagine Waffle doesn't either. Would you get drunk by herself?”
“That's what's left for a spinster virgin whose friends are all married.”
“You're no longer a spinster virgin. Now you're the boss's fiancée.”
He gave me another kiss, and my heart raced at his words. Was this just a joke he was playing based on our fake relationship?
I was afraid to ask about it.
We spent a few more hours together that day. When I got out of my shower—alone, despite the bastard's repeated hints that we should have gone together—he had set out a table of snacks that was a veritable feast.
Combine the effect of the sedative with the morning sex, followed by hours of sleep, and I felt like a starving lion, so I didn't make any fuss about eating very well.
Michael and I talked more about a lot of things and nothing in particular. We talked about trivial things and laughed a lot together, but we didn't touch on any serious topics, like anything related to our future.
Oh, and Apollo approached us again during the meal. I confess that I was starting to get used to his presence.
Michael took me home and this time he agreed to go upstairs, which made my grandmother very happy. But I had to take Waffle out of the room so the sneezing would subside.
As I watched the two of them talk, I felt a sense of peace fill my chest. I had been under the illusion that having sex with Michael would be a path of no return for my heart.
There, as I watched him talk so cutely and innocently to my grandmother, I realized that I didn't even need to take that extra step of intimacy with him.
Because even before that day, my heart had already entered a path of no return. And I was already irremediably in love with my boss.
With the man I was supposed to have nothing more than a fake engagement with.
Chapter Thirty-Five
CAMILA
The next day, as I informed Michael, I did not go to the office. But I did not take advantage of my day off to rest.
Construction work on the bookstore was to begin that day, and part of it would be closed. My grandmother and I had to organize everything there, which included carrying boxes and boxes of books from one place to another.
Logically, this work would be left to me, because no matter how much she insisted on helping, my grandmother's spine was not good enough for such an effort.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so happy,” grandma commented at one point.
She was leaning over the cashier's counter, making some notes in her budget notebook, while I took the books from a shelf in the part that would be closed off and put them in a box.
It was only after her comment that I realized I was singing. Like a fool in love.
I smiled. It was nice not having to lie to my grandmother, after all.
“I think it was the best birthday I've had in many years.”
That, of course, except for the part about being drugged and ending up in a police station. Since I didn't remember those events, they didn't weigh much in my comment.
“You didn't tell me how the party went. Was Alice happy? Some children don't enjoy their first birthday so much.”
As if it were possible, the smile on my face grew wider.
“She was radiant, grandma. You need to meet her. She is so cheerful, so affectionate... And beautiful as a little doll.”
