Page 47 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

But that was thought for another day. I could feel a headache.

Just before I drifted off to sleep, Fred announced. “We are back at the mansion.”

Forcing my eyes open, I shot him a smile. I immediately shook my head when Fred reached for some of the bags.

“Thanks, Fred, but I can handle this,” I smiled again.

The bags were only a handful. Scratch that. A heavy handful.

But something about the elderly man taking them for me just didn’t seem right.

Call me primitive. But he was doing enough already.

I limped through the doors. Grimacing when I reached the tail of the stairs.

You can do this, Renee.

When I took the first step, I almost screamed. My tender ankles weren’t enough to support my weight.

Crap.

With inaudible grunts -inaudible because it was past six, and the last thing I needed was to break any rule- and a few pauses, I finally reached the landing.

Proud of myself, I hunched to catch my breath. But my relief was momentary when I sensed a familiar pair of eyes on me. Instinctively I turned around to see the devil himself.

Right there, at a far distance in the West wing, was a shirtless Mr Knight.

Shirtless.

I instantly forgot any pain as my eyes involuntarily zoned in on his body.

Ripped muscles and defined abs sat below a freshly shaved jaw. Heat filled my body when I trailed my eyes lower. The lines of his muscles were divided into two deep lines that disappeared under his pants.

Every time, it was hard to believe this man was in his mid-forties.

Irritation suddenly filled me. I didn’t know if it was because I was ogling or because I didn’t have the ability to see through things.

Whichever it was, I needed to turn back now. But my body had other plans.

As he leaned casually against a door frame. With hands in the pockets of his joggers, my breathing mimicked a wild pace. And my heart followed.

What is wrong with me?

“Staring is considered an intrusion of privacy.” I whipped my eyes to his. His jaw was set in a hard clench. And hands in the pockets of his pants.

Call me crazy, but there was also a ghost of a smile on his face.

Without wasting time, I turned back and limped to my room.

Still with a racing heart and heavy breathing.

Chapter Twelve

Damien

I had barely woken up. But today seemed like it would be shit. I knew why.

I was supposed to ride with my assistant to work. Today and every other day. We still had to keep up the facade for the deal.

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