Page 79 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Heavy footsteps reached me. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

“Yo! Bro!”

Great. My little bubble was now disrupted.

“What is it, Alex?”

“I don’t think that’s any way to greet a friend that just returned,” his voice was chirpy.

It irritated me. And he knew that. That’s why he did it.

Turning to him, I folded my lips. “We met at the conference.”

He glanced from my wine to my face. With raised brows. “That was four weeks ago.”

I grunted.

He walked toward me. When he reached, he tugged the ends of my suit open as if searching for something. He didn’t find anything and he narrowed his eyes. “Who are you and what have you done with Damien.”

I facepalmed myself.

Four years ago, I met him. Against my will anyway. It was at an annual conference and somehow we had sat close to each other.

His date had ditched him right in the event. Because she found out about his infidelity. He’d even bought a mansion for her in Chicago.

I knew all this because I’d heard it. It all had unfolded right beside me in the middle of the event.

After the short blonde stormed off, he moved a seat closer to me. And whispered. “Did you hear all that?”

I shook my head. He shook his too. “No need to lie man. It’s okay.”

He didn’t take the hint that I wanted to be alone and just kept on talking. Explaining the different ladies he’d had. And the ones that gave him the best head.

I’d met many people who tried to strike up meaningless conversations with me. Because of my status. But I didn’t make friends.

Just acquaintances. And none of them got this close.

I tried to get rid of this one too. But he wouldn’t just go.

I eyed his brooding face. As much as I hate to admit it he had grown on me.

“What do you want Alex?”

“Lisbon became boring. I decided to come home.”

“Got tired of the ladies?” I sipped my wine.

“And the sex. It was great, but I want a new specie.” he sighed. “I don’t think I’ve seen you drink.”

I ignored the latter comment. “Specie?”

“I want the Latinos now.”

Why am I not surprised?

“How is your father’s company?”

He eyed me before prying the glass from my hand.

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