Don't fall for your fake husband

-SIENNA-"You seem very distracted today. Is everything ok?" said my boss Roger. We’re in the middle of our Monday morning meeting to organize the work week and I can’t remember a word he said. Roger is the best boss anyone could ask for. He’s very polite, organized, focused, and always available to help with anything that I ask. He’s in his early thirties, divorced, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes hidden behind dark-rimmed glasses. He has this hot nerdy vibe that makes a lot of girls and some guys have a crush on him, but he always keeps his distance. I’m so out of focus today that I would be afraid of losing my job if he hadn’t complimented my work so many times over the past few years."Sorry. I was thinking about the project that was canceled last week. So many hours invested on it and it was unfortunately shut down.""The board of directors decided to put it on hold. They will probably want to start it again by the end of the year. It was good, though. Now we have mor

- SIENNA-I was almost done with my makeup when the doorbell rang. I ran to open it and found Michelle and Haley standing on my doormat."Girl, you look amazing," Michelle said and hugged me. "I can’t believe my baby is getting married before me.""Oh, shut up, Michelle," I replied. Poor Hank wanted to marry you the day after you met him. You’re the one stalling." I pull away and adjust my new dress. It's a boho-style white lace sundress with puff sleeves, fitted bodice, and a flare A-line skirt that falls just above my knees. I loved it at first sight and plan on wearing it again and again. It’s not a real wedding dress, anyway. I paired it with my satin peep-toe heels that showed off my legs and left my dark blonde hair down in big waves."Are you sure you want to go through with this? It’s still time to call it quits.” Harper mentioned again while she hugged me. She is still against the whole idea. "It is your wedding, for Christ's sake. Don't pretend that it doesn't mean anything

-MATT-I´m entering the locker room after today's practice when Hank catches me. “Yo, Gruber, Coach wants to talk to you”.I frowned and asked him, “Do you know what it's about?”I can't help worrying. It has been only two months since I was traded here to the Rangers. I've been playing consistently well enough to secure my place as the team's main goalie. But after the s.hit storm that happened last season in Vancouver, no matter what I do, the black cloud always seems to be above my head.Goddamn Anderson. The center player of my old team. The f.ucker was sleeping with my ex-girlfriend after we broke up. I knew it, but that doesn't make it right. He was supposed to score, but he wasn't able to pass the defensemen, and he lost it when Dallas started scoring.I accept that part of the responsibility for the defeat was mine, but the whole team was unbalanced. And as if that wasn't enough, the idiot had to come and provoke a fight in the parking lot. I'm not the type to lose my temper,

-SIENNA- The office was frantic on Monday morning. Everyone on our team was extremely focused on finishing next year's budget—everyone except me. My mind keeps going back to that particular night on the weekend. After that moment Matt and I shared in the early morning hours, I hardly slept. The next day, I was so mortified that I almost skipped my yoga class just to hide from him in my room. In the end, I felt very stupid and went to the kitchen to have my breakfast. I'm always very hungry in the morning. As I was finishing my banana smoothie, Matt came out of his room. This time, in addition to his boxers, he was wearing a T-shirt. If I was expecting an uncomfortable situation, I was wrong. He woke up as grumpy as ever. We exchanged just a few words, and he disappeared to take a shower. I haven't seen him since. His behavior made me realize how mistaken I was to think that the moment had been intimate. Most likely, this attraction is only one-sided. Of course, the guy

-SIENNA-It was Friday night, and I couldn't believe I was going to a hockey game for the second time in my life. Michelle took advantage of my drunkenness last Monday to convince me to go.The first time I attended an ice hockey game was last year, right when Michelle started dating Hank. At the time, we were sitting in the area reserved for wives and girlfriends—or WAGs, as they call them. As I didn't fit into either of these categories, I felt super awkward the whole time. But I was convincing myself that this time would be different.According to Harper, I should have asked Matt for his jersey, but the idea made me very uncomfortable, and I didn't do it. Then Michelle offered me one of her sweaters with Hank's number on it, which I obviously rejected. I chose to wear a black single-front top with a bow at the back of the neck and paired it with black jeans. My hair was loose, with soft curls, and I was wearing light make-up. Before I left the house, I remembered to put on a leathe