Page 88 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Isla rushes in from the garden, hair tousled, her cheeks flushed. "Guys, the flowers, OMG, there’s a hot house with orchids. Those blooms must be worth thousands."
"Try millions." Nothing I have encountered in this house gives me the confidence that their value is anywhere in the area of the numbers I have in my head. Best to add many zeros after any of our guesses.
"This man, he’s beyond loaded." Isla flings out her arms so wide, she almost decks me.
I retreat to a safe distance.
"He’s a gazillionaire, many times over." She walks over to the massive mirror that takes up almost one corner of the entire wall. "And this is one helluva space." Our reflections greet us, with the garden stretching out in the background.
It is overwhelming, dominating, yet brutally sensuous, with a tinge of sophistication—very much like the man who owns it.
"It’s… ah… something." I swallow.
Karma laughs. "Damn, she’s already mastered the art of understating stuff, huh?"
"Yep, have you noticed?" Amelie snickers. "The more money you have, the less you talk about it."
"Now, that’s not fair." I turn on them. "I’m a little overwhelmed with the speed of everything that’s happened, that’s all."
"Hey." Amelie walks to me, "Didn’t mean it the way that came out. And for the record, I think you’re doing the right thing."
"What?" I scoff. "Mock marriage to an obnoxious Mr. Moneybags who’s using me to further his empire?"
"Is that what he told you?" She narrows her gaze. "That it's a pretend wedding?"
I nod.
"I think he’s lying."
Karma and Isla move in closer.
I wrap my arms around my waist. "What makes you say that?"
"Calling your sister and your best friends to come out and help you plan your wedding." Amelie waves her hand in the air. "Do those seem like the actions of a man who feels nothing for you?"
"Oh, he has feelings all right." I snicker.
"Aha!" Her eyes gleam. "You fucked him, huh?"
"No... uh..." I shift my weight from foot to foot. "Not quite."
"Either you slept with him or you didn’t." Amelie tilts her head.
My neck heats. "It’s kind of complicated."
"It always is." Isla nods.
"As if you’d know. Miss I’m-saving-myself-for-marriage." I quirk my lips.
Karma props her palm on her hip, "And you're not?"
"Nope." I jut out my chin. "I’ve been too busy earning a living, to consider wanting to sleep with anyone. Besides, I haven’t meet anyone I wanted to have sex with, okay?"
"Summer, no." Amelie rounds on me. "Tell me that's not true.”
I lean back, "Hold on, what’s going on in that head of yours now?"
"Are you a virgin?" Amelie frowns.
