Page 13 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Functions were never my thing. Dinners and the like. I only saw them as distractions. I still do.

But there was a deal to close. And I had to be there.

A few minutes into the dinner, I had already gotten bored. Though they’d managed to improvise with the theme, it was still all the same. The boring old speech, the fake smiles, the stupid slow music, and the annoying colors.

It never changed.

I had just finished with my client when I spotted her. She seemed to stand out.

It wasn’t the black dress that rested delicately on her plump curves. It wasn’t her pouty lips that seemed to catch the reflection of the light. It wasn’t the way men seemed to have their hungry attention on her.

It was her, her aura. Even several feet away, I could sense it… feel it.

It was calm yet raging like the start of an erupting volcano. She seemed odd.

Different. New.

My first time at a dinner filled with powerful men was no different. Except I hadn’t caught the attention of a man, who wasn’t easily intrigued.

The drink had been the only exciting thing. But I soon discarded it when I watched her walk away. Maybe she was unaware of the hungry gazes.

She was definitely unaware of Zaccheus’ drooling gaze. Zaccheus. That man thought he stood a chance with me in the legal world. He was also a lawyer and headed a small firm.

Instinct kicked in, and I immediately trailed them. I moved pretty fast for someone who was usually unbothered. And, thankfully, I reached just in time to save her.

Although something told me, she could hold her own. She definitely could.

I had come intending to leave when my deal was closed. But when I heard her soft yet fierce voice, I was sure to discard that.

“My name is Renee.”

I hadn’t come across many Renee’s. She seemed to pique my interest. And when I plunged deep into her warmth, I savored the moments because I knew it’d be the last.

One-night stands were my thing. It was a way to let off frustrations that came with my position. But never did I go back to them.

Because I just didn’t like to repeat things. I didn’t.

Just as I had the thought, the door opened. As if I’d somehow summoned her.

The click-clack of her heels pierced through my ears until it stopped before me. It took a while but she finally spoke. “Mr. Knight.”

“What?” Irritation suddenly filled me when I lifted my head. If she looked taken aback, she didn’t show.

“I’m quite hung up on the pr-”

She started, but I interrupted with a wave. Glancing from her tight-fitted gown to her lips, my irritation only grew.

I didn’t know why. Or perhaps I did. My raging boner was why.

“Go to John,” I returned my attention to some files on the desk.

Nothing ever made me go back on my resolve. I never acted impulsively. But somehow, this lady knew how to test my restraint.

Morally and otherwise.

And it pissed me off.

“I already did but-”

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