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Chapter 58

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(Pamela)

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BY THE TIME eight o’clock rolls around, I’ve changed outfits three times.

The first dress felt too flirty. The second was too big for my small frame. The third one which is what I’m currently wearing is dangerously close to slutty. But considering the fact that I’m pretending to be a rich man’s beloved new wife on a luxury honeymoon, slutty might just be the one to go for.

I smooth my hands over the silky fabric one last time. It’s a coral-colored slip dress that hugs my curves in all the right places and leaves very little to the imagination.

My makeup is light and my hair is in a loose ponytail. A spray of one of those expensive perfumes, some dangling earrings and heels because I refuse to look short next to that arrogant skyscraper of a man, and I'm all set and ready to go.

Erik is fast asleep in his crib across the hall. Maria didn’t say much when I brought him back after our little tour of the resort. She just gave me a stiff nod and shut the door without looking a
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