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He smiled, then headed out of my office, leaving me alone with the decision about what to do.
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I groaned as I looked at my abysmally short list.
Once I’d decided that Christian’s plan was the best one, I’d started making a list of potential husbands. Unfortunately, my decision to keep my wealth private was coming around to bite me in the ass.
Money changes people. It was a fact that I couldn’t ignore. Maybe that was why I’d always been so private about it. It was easier to go about life without worrying who would be the next person to shove a donation request in my face, or make selfish demands because I could afford it.
It also kept away the jackasses who’d see a single rich omega and think that a quick fuck with a tampered condom would get them a pass to the easy life.
Half the names on my list were omega friends I knew from college, and whom I knew were still single.
I sighed and crossed them off. The whole scheme was already risky enough, and marrying another omega had the potential to torpedo it.
After I finished I only had three names left. Two were alphas close to the family who’d been interested in me for years. My parents and grandparents would be thrilled if I married either of them, but the pressure from all sides would be immense, and there was every possibility that I’d be forced to move to where they lived anyway.
They weren’t ideal, but I thought I might be able to convince them to hold off on a bond bite long enough to last a year, then divorce them. But they couldn’t know what my plans were.
It was far too risky.
Which left only one choice. I sighed and picked up my phone.
Are you home?I texted.
My hands shook as I waited for a response.
Yeah. What’s up?
Is it ok if I come over?
There was a pause, then,Sure.
I’ll be there in a few.
I was glad that I was familiar with the area where Christian lived. It meant I only had to remember which apartment was his.
A few minutes later I stood outside his door.
Was I really ready to do this? Granted, it had been his idea, but I doubted that he’d expected to be roped into it. And could I really fake-marry my work-crush and manage to keep feelings out of it?
I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed. The alternatives were to marry somebody else, or lose my home.
I knocked, and a few seconds later the door opened.
Christian looked great in a tee and jeans, so different from the daily suit.
I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “Christian? Will you marry me?”
Chapter 6 - Christian
“Christian? Will you marry me?”
I stared at the handsome omega who hadn’t even made it inside my apartment before proposing. Everything in me wanted to accept, even though I knew the reason for the question.
Finally I opened the door wider and ushered him in.
Gabe sighed and shuffled to my couch. He dropped onto it and hung his head between his hands.
