Page 89 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Now you sound like him."
"I knew it." She snaps her fingers.
"What are you talking about?"
"Bet, that’s part of the attraction. You’re probably the first halfway decent looking woman he’s encountered—"
I cough into my hand, "Gee, thanks."
"—who’s also never been with another man. Bet it brought out all of his possessive instincts and he decided he was going to claim you."
I snort, "Asshole whisperer, that's me." I swipe my hair over my shoulder, "He could have slept with me without wanting to marry me, you know. Besides," I jut out my chin, "I told him I wasn't a virgin."
Amelie stares, "Bet he subconsciously knew that you were lying."
"Like, we have some secret connection, so he can read my mind?" I scoff.
"Do you?" She lowers her chin.
I stare, "Of course not."
"But, you haven’t fucked him yet?"
"Jeez what is this, the Spanish Inquisition?" I throw up my hands. "And no, I haven’t. Besides, all of you are forgetting one thing. This entire thing is a pretense."
"I don’t know, the oncoming wedding seems all too real." Isla squeezes my shoulder.
Tell me about it.
"Karma did mention that there’s a deal involved."
"She did?" I growl.
"It’s perfectly okay." Amelie pats my cheek. "You’re finally wising up, leveraging your best assets to earn a living."
"Jeez, thanks, with friends like you who needs—"
"Enemas?" Karma smirks.
"Ugh." I make a gagging sound in my throat. "Hate it when you come up with gross jokes."
"Which this wedding isn’t." Amelie frowns at Karma who makes a gesture as if she’s zipping her lips.
I sober. "How am I going to plan a wedding in 2 days? I mean, I never thought I’d be walking down the aisle." The entire scenario is fake, but you know what I mean.
I wring my fingers together in front of me. Swallow down the tears that prick at my eyes. Why does everything seem so overwhelming all of a sudden? I sniffle.
"Hey." Amelie rubs my back, "We’re here for you. I, for one, think you should do exactly what your heart dictates."
Which is what? Throw myself at him and beg him to fuck me? No, not that. Rewind. Throw myself at him and demand that he release me from this stupid charade? Better. Which he is not going to do. He is hellbent on taking revenge for whatever my father did to him, which he hasn’t revealed yet. I mean, how bad could it be? Some corporate war gone wrong, no doubt. I’m sure that’s all it was. He’s probably blown it all out of proportion too.
"My skills as a wedding planner were clearly honed for this day, huh?" Isla brackets me in from the other side. "Besides, you have one thing going for you."
"I do?"
"Yep." She grins. "You have his credit card so..." She raises her shoulder.
Yeah. My shoulders slump further. Money really can buy anything, even the arrangements for an unplanned wedding, huh?
