Page 95 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Alphahole: Can’t I? I’ve gotten you to toe the line thus far, haven’t I?
I toss the phone aside. Begin to pace. Think of the money in the bank. The million that was already deposited. Another million on the day of the wedding—today—then for every day after until we reach the thirty days, or my father agrees to join forces with him, whatever comes first. If he wasn’t holding that video recording over me, I’d have walked out by now.
If he hadn’t been holding it over me, I wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place, either. Damn, poverty sucks. Except, I am no longer poor. I just have to get through the next twenty-five days. That's all.
The phone vibrates again and I ignore it. And again. After the third buzz, I swoop down and pick it up.
Alphahole: That was uncalled for, I’m sorry.
Wait, what, he apologized?
Alphahole: Don’t expect me to do so again.
Just as I was thinking he had no heart he had to go and break the illusion. That’s not good. I don’t want to see him as human, for he isn’t. He’s a freakin’ heartless monster and I am best served thinking of him as one.
Alphahole: You there?
No.
Me: Yes.
Alphahole: The doc gave you a clean bill of health.
Right. He'd arranged for his personal doctor to check me out in the privacy of my bedroom yesterday. Of course, he could have warned me about it, but no, why would he? The doctor had shown up and I'd been livid.
I'd wanted to refuse... until common sense had won out.
When he'd recommended I use the contraceptive injection, I'd agreed. Best to be protected. The last thing I want is to become pregnant. I swallow.
Alphahole: I'm clean too.
Riiight... I chew on my lips. What does that mean?
Are we going to have sex on the first night of our marriage? My cheeks flush. God, I sound so archaic. Besides, no way do I want to have to sleep with him... Do I?
Silence. A beat. Another, then the dots jump on the screen.
Alphahole: I know what you're thinking.
Me: So you can read my mind now?
Alphahole: Very easily. Right now, you're stressing out that I plan to seduce you on our first night. You're wrong.
Eh?
Alphahole: I'm going to take what is already mine.
Me: I'm not yours.
Alphahole: We'll see.
Me: Fuck you.
Alphahole: I am counting on it. Oh… and Pink
What?
Alphahole: Don’t embarrass me.
