Page 60 of Seduced by Her Billionaire Fake Fiancé

It had only been a fake engagement, but something about being with Max had meant the world to her. How pathetic. It wasn’treal, she kept reminding herself, over and over again, whenever she’d go down that rabbit hole.

Two weeksafter returning from Italy, Max strode into her office and Andie’s heart lurched at the sight of him. It was Friday afternoon and the sky beyond Andie’s window had turned a beautiful shade of orange.

“I’m going to Italy for the weekend,” he said, expression blanked of any emotion.

Andie’s heart slammed into her throat. “Oh?”

“I’ll see my family while I’m there.”

Andie’s stomach dropped to her toes. “I see.”

She felt his eyes on her face; her mouth went dry.

“I’ll tell them while I’m there.”

“You haven’t told them yet?” She asked, her pulse going haywire.

“I wanted to do it in person.”

Of course he did. That was so like Max—honourable and right.

Andie had taken the easy way out and called her father, because she couldn’t bear to see hurt or disappointment on his face.

“Okay,” she said, smiling tightly. “Great.”

“So, no regrets?” He prompted, and time seemed to slow right down, almost to stop.

Here it was. A chance to undo this. To jump right back into the fake engagement, to living with Max, to having him within arm’s reach, to knowing there was a possibility to be with him, that their spark would keep exploding and igniting so long as they were in the same house.

But then what? How long would it take before that spark burned her alive? Before she could no longer control it? Even now, she couldn’t control it, she acknowledged, and nor could he. That was the problem.

“No regrets,” she said, with far more certainty than she felt. But then, her face softened. “I do wish—,”

Max waited, expression unreadable.

“I would love to see them again,” she said wistfully.

“You could come with me.”

Her lips twisted in a bitter smile. “Like a farewell tour for our relationship?”

His own smile was just as jaded. “Sure. Why not?”

“No,” she stood, simply because her body felt funny, and she was trying to return to something like normal. “Good luck. I’m…sorry you have to do this.”

“Don’t be sorry. I agreed to it, Andie. I walked into this with my eyes open.”

She nodded uneasily. “I—,” but what more was there to say? She stared at Max, her heart ringing tightly in her chest. “Goodbye.”

His eyes lanced hers and then he nodded once and left her office.

Once her door was safely shut with Max on the other side of it, Andie dropped her head and sobbed, and found she couldn’t stop.

“You look awful,”Sophie said honestly, but with clear concern in her features.

“Thanks.” Andie sipped her drink, wishing she’d resisted Sophie’s invitation to go out. Wishing she’d stayed home and moped, as she had been for the last couple of weeks.

“You know what I mean,” Sophie waved a bangle-clad wrist through the air. “You always look beautiful, but to me, you’re…tired.”

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