Page 6 of Faking with the Bad Boy Billionaire

Monday: I will handle all of my appointments for the week with vendors.

Tuesday: I will be in Miami for a meeting with a club promoter who would come to me, but I told them I would just be up there instead.

Wednesday: I will be by you at five sharp with dinner in hand. You have the movie choice ready to go.

Thursday: I will have a meeting in the morning, but I will return to take you for a drink before dinner.

Friday: The event.

Saturday: Brunch, Beach, Boat

Sunday: I head home to Key West.

More time is needed to build this relationship back to its former glory. There is no need to make any further adjustments. I will see you soon.

The most accommodating fake fiancé ever,

Steven

Josephine laughed at his entire response, feeling so comfortable with the banter.

The shoot on Sunday had been amazing for Josephine and Lana. Stella was so happy with how the shots turned out. Monday went by without a hitch. Tuesday was the day that Josephine was completely caught off guard. She was in the client's tiny bikini, looking like she just got out of the pool. The photographer was praising Josephine for how great Josephine was doing in the shoot. Everything was going great until she heard a high double whistle from across the pool. She knew whose whistle that was immediately, and she lost her footing and fell forward on the chair next to her. One of the assistants instantly ran to her and tried to help her. Josephine pushed them off and started walking around the pool.

There was no stopping her from slamming herself into his arms in the biggest hug she could muster. He squeezed her, and she felt like everything was just right at that moment.

"I thought you had a meeting today?" Josephine grabbed the barely there swim wrap the assistant ran over behind her and wrapped herself in it.

"I did, and it went well. It was also just inside, so I figured I would come and check out my fiancé, the professional model, out here at the pool." Josephine watched the Cheshire grin spread across his face, lit her up inside.

He was there, right in front of her. She was excited and hopeful that this was a good sign of how the week would go. He had made the best friend effort she was used to when they were younger, and she did not even have to drop hints about it in the e-mail about going the extra mile. He just knew it had to happen. He always knew what to do for her whenever she asked for help, and things were no different when she needed him during her own personally built chaos.

Chapter four

Steven

Readingovertheitinerarymade Steven chuckle. He could hear her voice within the words of the e-mail. Steven wanted to see her sooner than later, so he set up a meeting at the Biltmore the same day as her shoot. He would refrain from telling or seeing her face-to-face before Wednesday; at least, that was the plan. He spent the next day organizing his business needs for the week. He took thirty minutes to pack what he needed for the events. He took one more look at his phone and called it a night.

Steven arrived at the Biltmore on Tuesday for his meeting with Javier and was checking his watch when he spotted her by the pool. She was just as beautiful from top to bottom as she was the day he moved to Key West. Video calls did not do her justice in his mind.

A throat cleared behind him, causing Steven to whirl around, "Seems we get a show with drinks today." Javier's words sent a weird tickle to the back of his mind. It was an irritating tickle, but it was there.

"Sadly, we are back this way," Steven directed Javier around the bar, taking one last look at Josie before returning to the task.

"Shame." Javier always had a joking tone, but something in him told him Javier had a side of him he never had to deal with before.

A waitress approached their table, and Steven watched Javier eye her and bite his lip, making her blush. Steven chuckled and tapped one finger on the table. "Thanks for meeting me here, Javi."

"No problem. Is there something I can help you with?" Javier pulled his attention from the waitress walking away.

"I need a promotion handled for a few events this summer. You have been one of the best for the club with the events we do, and I figured we could work through a few more of the larger events of the year." Steven knew that buttering him up always sold Javier much quicker than sticking solely to the business. The man needed a stroke of the ego.

"The Lock and Key party, I am assuming?" Javier winked at the waitress when she brought the drinks back.

"Absolutely. That party will always be your promotional bid, as promised." Steven and Javier nodded to each other.

"How much time do I have?"

"I was thinking to start with what was done last year, change up the colors, add in some extra deals and events leading up to it, and some new drinks and drink specials." Steven was going through the list that Mandi, his assistant, gave him when she was walking through the bar Monday morning, trying to tick off as many specifics as he could.

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