Page 28 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Shaking the thoughts, I grabbed the diamond ring I’d set for today. I’d given her the details—told her that she was pretending to be my fiancée. After much irritating back and forth, she’d accepted.

So, to make everything look real, I’d asked Fred to get a ring. She would wear it for tonight; and could keep it later, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything other than the deal.

Ibreezed through the door, where I met Fred.

I didn’t like most of my employees staying with me. I enjoyed the serenity that came with being alone. Or maybe I deserved the torture that came with being alone.

Whichever it was, Fred stayed in a comfortable apartment just beside my mansion. And Brenda, the chef, only came to prepare meals and return to wherever she came from. There were other staff who were responsible for cleaning and maintaining the place but they would always be gone by the time I arrived.

“You look stunning today, sir,” he bowed.

I eyed his white long-sleeved shirt, tucked into black, well-ironed pants with a bow tie.

He looked decent.

“You too,” I pretended not to notice his shock as I settled in the backseat of my Rolls Royce.

Had I never responded to him?

With narrowed eyes, I watched his reflection through the front mirror.

“To your date’s house,” he informed more than asked. He already knew my itinerary.

“Walker,” I corrected. Regarding her as my date was too far-fetched.

“Alright. To miss Walker’s.”

The car set in motion almost immediately and I mentally braced myself for the dinner. I hated gatherings.

Choosing to tug my mind away from it, I focused on the wheel of my car. It was the newest edition I’d purchased recently. Again, I couldn’t help but give accolades to Fred.

He has always ensured the maintenance of each car. And not once had I caught anything wrong with them.

Anyway, it was what I paid him to do.

Suddenly, I spotted something on the dashboard. It wasn’t the newspaper that caught my attention, rather it was the headline.

I could feel my heart racing as I moved to draw it closer. And when I read the headline, my heart skipped a beat. Twice.

Breaking news: The elusive and successful Damien Knight, managing partner of Blanchard Legal, was once in a heartfelt relationship that left his heart crumbled. Could this be the reason he’s still single?

“Fuck.” My fists crushed the end of the paper in anger.

After all my attempts of keeping a low profile, I still ended up making a headline.

I had made headlines several times. Each success milestone I achieved prompted it. Or their perception of my character.

But not once had the headline hinted at my personal life.

I knew it was inevitable that someday these bastards would poke their noses in my business. But I didn’t expect it to be so soon.

With eyes still trained on the headline, I gritted. “Where did you get this?”

“I apologize if that littered your car. I got it today at the magazine shop. It was their newest publication.”

Newest publication.

This only meant that I was now in the spotlight for them. One thing I knew about the media was that it was game over when they had their eyes on you. And they had the power to ruin a person’s reputation with just a single headline.

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