Page 4 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

They were all there. The titans of law and the architects of justice… beneath the masks.

Mingling effortlessly amidst the melodies and the fragrance of ambition.

Distinguished judges, revered partners of law firms, and formidable legal scholars filled the room. And my heart skipped a beat as I watched them, engaging in conversations that shaped the very fabric of the legal world.

I clutched my champagne with pride surging through my being. These beings embodied everything I aspired to be. Someday, I hoped to stand alongside them.

Someday, I hoped to make my late parents proud.

But for now, I had to find my roommate.Where did she go?

With a nervous sigh, I patted my dress. It was a black knee-length off-shoulder dress that clung to my skin. Given my wide hips and round ass, I was sure to attract attention.

Which was exactly why I needed my damn roommate beside me.

I didn’t know where she had gone. But I definitely knew where to start.

Gliding through the sea of elites, I reached the ladies’ washrooms. Sierra could be here, having the time of her life. Or in the gents, giving Wreck it Ralph the time of his life.

Either way, I could start from here and progress.

Surprisingly, when I opened the door, it was empty. The ladies’ and the hallway. Not one single soul.

Did the rich not pee?

Instantly I moved to return to the event. Something about being alone here unsettled me.

But just as I moved, I felt a skin-crawling presence behind me.

“Hey, pretty thing,” disgust instantly filled my body at the voice. I turned to find a disgusting green mask resting just above a crooked nose and chapped lips.

A bald head, irritating moustache, and slightly red skin. And a body that showed he never bothered with the gym…

Okay, maybe not that bad. But his stomach was larger than his whole body so…

“Would you like me to give you some fun tonight?”

Restraining the urge to puke at his not-so-white teeth, I blinked.Fun?Except his definition of fun was playing peekaboo, then I was going to humbly decline.

“No. Thank you, sir.” My voice came out hard and firm. But the short man didn’t waver.

I already knew where this was heading. As I tried to hurriedly walk away from him, he caught my hand.

“Not so fast, darling.”

He certainly wasn’t talking to me. And I was going to make sure he spoke to no one else like this. Rich or not.

His voice cut me off as I opened my mouth to respond. “Leave her, Zaccheus.”

The voice was smooth like butter; deep and possessing a baritone that could command even gods. And oddly, my body reacted to it.

Very oddly.

I instantly whipped my head in the direction of the sound. The man seemed to be standing a few feet from us. His black mask somehow glinted in the dim light.

“Is she yours?” Zaccheus’ tone was mocking as he let go of my hand.

“Leave,” the voice boomed again.

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