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Olivia’s heart raced as she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her mind swirling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Roman watched her, a hint of amusement and lust playing in his eyes.

“So, Olivia, are you ready to play the part of my girlfriend?” He asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

Olivia blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. “I... I guess so,” she stammered, trying to gather her thoughts. “It’s just... it’s a bit overwhelming, you know?”

Roman chuckled softly. “I can imagine,” he replied. “But don’t worry, Olivia. It’s just a little charade. We’ll make it through.”

Her flustered state, juxtaposed with his calm demeanor, only added to his amusement. A fondness twinkled in his eyes as he watched her, appreciating her genuine nature.

“Relax, Olivia,” he reassured her, his voice warm. “We’ll have some fun with this. It’s all just a game, after all.”

Olivia’s nerves began to ease as his words sank in, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She realized that, with Roman by her side, even this make-believe situation could be an adventure worth embracing.

“So, do we go on dates and everything?”

“Sure, why not?”

“What about work?”

“Come and go whenever you like, you’re my woman now.”

The way he said it made her feel giddy with desire.

He pulled her close, allowing her to rest her head against his chest. His heart thudded slowly. The strong, reassuring beat made her relax into him.

Chapter 17

Thewarmsunhunghigh in the sky, casting its golden rays on the secluded private beach. The powdery white sand stretched out like a welcoming carpet, meeting the gently lapping waves of the crystal-clear turquoise sea. A light breeze whispered through the swaying palm trees, carrying the intoxicating scent of the ocean.

Scarlett reclined on a plush beach chair, her slender figure framed by the vibrant hues of her oversized sun hat and flowing sarong. Her boyfriend sat beside her, his eyes shielded by a pair of sleek sunglasses, soaking in the tranquility of the moment.

The rhythm of the waves provided a soothing backdrop, lulling them into a state of complete relaxation while Luisa, her long-suffering maid, stood nearby.

With a dismissive tone, Scarlett called out to Luisa, who stood a few feet away.

“Luisa, bring me some snacks. I’m feeling peckish.”

“But you told me you wanted none, ma’am.”

“I want some now.”

Luisa sighed softly, accustomed to Scarlett’s demanding nature. “Yes, ma’am. What would you like?” she asked, trying to hide her annoyance.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Just bring me whatever you can find. Something quick and easy,” she replied.

Luisa nodded, turned, and walked towards the beachside snack bar to fulfill Scarlett’s request.

“Remember why you chose this job. One more month, Luisa,” she said to herself.

It was part of her job to cater to her employer’s whims.

As Luisa disappeared from view, Scarlett settled back on her beach towel. She reached for her phone, scrolling through social media, completely absorbed in her world.

Marcus adjusted his glasses as Luisa passed by him. “I apologize for Scarlett’s behavior, Luisa. She can be quite demanding at times.”

Overhearing the conversation, Scarlett snapped defensively, “Marcus, it’s none of your business. And by the way, were you trying to snatch my fiance?”

Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, Scarlett, don’t be ridiculous. Luisa and I were simply having a friendly conversation. No need to jump to such conclusions,” he replied.

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