Page 84 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Where’s the fun in that?"
Karma Chameleon’s gaze darts between us. "Guess you two get along quite well, eh?"
"What are you talking about?" Summer throws her arms in the air, "We hate each other."
"Right." Karma’s eyes gleam. "My sister is rather good at believing her own lies."
"It’s the first thing I noticed about her, though in this case, I hate to admit she is right."
Summer turns on me, "OMG, are you feeling feverish or something?"
"Eh?"
"You agreed with me. That’s a first? Is it raining outside?"
"It always rains in London, haven’t you noticed?"
She makes a noise deep in her throat.
I chuckle. "By the way," I tug on a strand of that pink hair, "completing what I started earlier—"
"Do you always have to have the last word?"
"Definitely getting to know me better." I tilt my head, "Be careful, you may end up liking me."
"Never." She wrinkles her nose.
"I’ll hold you to that, and as I was saying earlier, I was right."
"About what?"
"What you quoted was a misquotation of the line “Play it, Sam”."
"No." She blinks.
"Look it up." I smirk.
She scans the room, pats the pockets of her skirt.
"You searching for this?" I produce her phone and she snatches it up, stares at the screen.
"You called me—?"
"What’s the point of a phone if you never keep it with you?"
"Twenty times?"
"I expect you to be at my beck and call at all times. Have you forgotten?" I shoot up an eyebrow.
"It’s the weekend."
"You work for me, twenty-four-seven."
"How can I forget!" She sets her jaw.
"Well?"
"What?"
