Page 1 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Prologue

Renee

I probably looked insane. Scurrying into the most prominent law firm in New York in a wrinkled black dress.

I didn’t care though.

Not until I caught a glimpse of the familiar stranger whose length I had ridden last night in the backseat of his black Mercedes.

Grey eyes, silky dark strands, and unholy memories washed through me. I felt it all again. But I couldn’t quite say the same for him.

Of course, I couldn’t.

I had only caught a glimpse of his familiar silhouette before he disappeared into the elevator at the far end of the luxurious space. Did he work here?

“This is so weird.” My thoughts were soon interrupted when I heard a not-so-discreet whisper. Whipping my head in the direction of the sound, I spotted two ladies. Clad in suits expensive enough to pay off my loans.

The disgust was apparent on their faces as they walked by, and I could swear I saw one of them scowl at me.

Well, it wasn’t far-fetched that they most certainly hated how I looked. I did too, which was why I returned their disgust with a small smile as I began to dread the impending future.

Life is unfair, it was something I had learned as a lone wolf navigating life. But it proved even more biased when, after my one-night stand yesterday, I returned home to find the door to my apartment locked.

Now, what anyone would do when their roommate elopes momentarily with the key was simple. Get a hotel or find a nice neighbour who’d be willing to let you stay with them. For me, I couldn’t do either.

I had no money, nor had I formed basic relationships with the neighbours. Especially to request such an odd favour of letting me stay the night. I mean, I had just moved from an economically challenged neighbourhood to a middle-class one.

Not because I had money. I was next to penniless, but I wanted to move for closer proximity to my new place of work.

Anyway, I chose my best option. Sleeping in the abandoned garage just beside my apartment.

It was pretty safe and decent. It just lacked the necessary drawers to provide me with good clothing for my first day at work. So, I ended up wearing the same dress from last night, which smelled like wine and was pretty wrinkled. Scratch that. Hella wrinkled.

Did I mention that I overslept too?

Ah, yes, I did, which led me to my present fears. Getting fired.

I just hoped my boss was nice enough to know that sometimes life happens. His name was John Don, and he was my senior associate. And I dreaded meeting him.

Before I could ask for directions to Mr. Don’s office, I noticed a man. A tall man striding toward me. He moved swiftly, eyes trained on me with a sense of urgency?

My suddenly sweaty palms clenched into a fist as he drew nearer. I had a feeling he was my boss. He just looked like a John.

I didn’t know how to explain it. Perhaps it was the square-shaped face or the little moustache above his upper lips.

Fear gripped me when he reached me. And I grimaced when he shrieked. “My God, Renne Walker, what are you wearing?” He looked mortified.

My ability to form coherent sentences flew out the window at his stern face. I had expected this, I think. But I hadn’t expected it to be this bad.

At least my brown, shoulder-length hair was combed and decent. I didn’t look that bad, did I?

“I’m sorry.” I finally croaked once my brain decided against forsaking me. “But I- I can explain. I wa-”

“Do you stutter?” he interrupted with quirked lips.

“N- no, sir.”

He stared at me for a brief moment before dismissing me with a quick wave of his palm. “It’s fine anyway.”

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