Page 42 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“It is.”

“It’s not if you pair it with a black flannel jacket. It would suit the mood. Two nice ladies catching up,” she ate a cracker. “Or whatever it is y’all would be doing.”

I also didn’t know what. She had just said drinks.

“Hmm, I guess my search is over.”

“Once again, Sierra saved the day,” she remarked in a bored tone. “Clock is ticking. You better start getting ready. Remember, black flannel, ponytail, pink lip gloss, and your beautiful face.”

I smiled before she continued.

“I’m having a sleepover at David’s tonight. We’ll be trying a different type of se-”

“Goodbye, Sierra,” I quickly interrupted.

She seemed to get the hint. “You’re boring anyway. Bye.”

The call ended, and I released a deep breath. She wasn’t about to put me on one of her many sexual escapades with Wreck-it-Ralph. I had heard it too many times. And I found it cringe.

Mostly because she gave too much information. Too much.

I glanced at the small clock on the nightstand. And gasped when I took in the time. Without wasting time, I scurried to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I was done. I grabbed the pink dress and the flannel before heading to the closet.

At least I needed the floor-length mirror.

Even though I had been here before, I was still in awe. It was… vast. Coated in endless luxury.

The walls were painted white. So were the shelves that stood neatly by both sides of the wall. There was a small, plush sofa just behind the window.

And in the centres of it all, there was an elevated platform.

Sort of like what you’d find at a bar. But this was rounded and made of glass. Around it were tall chairs, obviously meant for waiting and watching the huge TV screen that hung above.

Just wow. I mean, I knew the rich had TVs everywhere but in a closet?

The setting of the room was neutral. Didn’t seem feminine, nor was it masculine. It was extravagantly neutral.

Did no female ever live here? Or did he have the feminine part in his wing?

Shaking my head at the thought, I wore my dress. It reached somewhere around mid-thigh and clung to my skin as expected. My wide hips and small waist greeted me when I took in my reflection.

I looked decent.

Just like Sierra had said, the flannel shirt elevated the look. Following her other instructions, I tugged my hair into a ponytail. Applied pink lip gloss and stared at my beautiful face.

I was good to go.

Returning to the room, I wore black sandals. It also was cheap, but I swear it didn’t look the price.

I slumped in the huge bed when I saw there was still forty minutes left. I still hadn’t gotten over this sudden arrangement. And it was funny how fast I’d sucked it up and accepted my fate.

I had to. If I didn’t, it wouldn’t change a thing. I’ll still be forced—paid— to live with him and keep up the pretence.

Indefinitely.

But it wasn’t the end of the world, and I could have fun while at it, right?

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