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“I’m going to take it?” My voice doesn’t match my nodding head.

I repeat. “I’m doing it.” The sternness finally coinciding with the intention of my words.

The girls whoop and clap their hands as they tackle me to the floor, laying kisses all over my cheeks. I giggle and try my best to shove them off and calm them down.

“Damn, my sister is a self-established millionaire.” Gracie beams, finally relieving me of her weight.

I try to contain my laughter as my phone vibrates again, each of us eyeing each other, wondering who is going to be the one to read it. I lean forward and retrieve it from the table.

“It’s from Reed.” I state.

“Open it, open it!” Lola squeals, her giddy tone hurting my ears.

I key in my pass code, the message lighting up the screen. I stop dead as my jaw drops open, losing the ability to speak as I put the phone back on the table with a shaky hand. The girls scramble to peer over at the phone.

“TWO FREAKING MILLION!” They both say in unison.

He’s just upped his offer, trying to sway my already decided decision.

Gracie grabs the phone and texts him back whilst I sit in silence, the disbelief written across my face.

There must be a catch, it can’t be this simple.

Fake marriage doesn’t seem worth two million dollars.

Why would he pay that sort of money instead of going out into the real world and finding some sort of desperate woman, eager for a husband?

Why did he choose me, and why is he willing to pay me so much money for it?

Chapter 17

Reed

I pace the living room, nerves wrecking my entire body.

She hasn’t responded to my texts, only that she will be here around 5pm for Willow’s project.

“Daddy, you keep getting in the way of the TV,” she grumbles, shooing her hands at me.

“Sorry, honey.”

Walking back into to the kitchen, I take a seat on the stool. My gaze turns to the alcohol cupboard, eyeing up the selection.

Stop.

I’m unable to keep myself sat still for longer than thirty seconds.

A quiet knock on the door has me practically running over to it.

I unlock it just as the wind is knocked out of me at her stunning appearance.

“Hey.” Her voice is like melted butter.

I stare at her face, the freckles on her nose, the pink tinted lipstick across her luscious mouth. A mouth I’ve wanted around the head of my cock since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

“Hey.” I choke out, my throat feeling like a chainsaw has been shoved down it.

Following the curve of her tan neck, her halter neck red dress interrupts the revelation of skin. I can make out the outline of her nipples through the thin material, no bra?

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