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2026-01-24 07:01:04
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Fake marrying my new boss Worried parents
*Will* I walk down the hall and accept the call, worrying if something has happened with mom, since it is him calling. “Hey, Dad.” “Oh, Will, what have you done?” He instantly say, but I can hear from his voice and tone that this is one of his good days… one of the few where his mind is clear. Closing the door to the bedroom, I sit down on the edge of the bed and try for a tone of levity. “I take it the story about my new devilish reputation has arrived in Denmark?” “This is no laughing matter, son. A reporter came to the house this afternoon.” He is starting to sound worried and upset… less clear. My heart stops. “What? Is mom there? Can I talk to her?” There is a bit of commotion and my mom’s voice sound on the other end. “Your father insisted on calling you himself.” “Is he okay?” I ask and then add. “What is this with a rapporter showing up?” “He asked all kinds of questions, upsetting your father, confusing him with rumors of your infidelity. The questions played wi
Fake marrying my new boss Gossip
*Will* The elevator doors open on our floor, and I help Frida out to see Tina waiting for us at the end of the hall. She scrambles off the floor at first sight of us, phone in hand. Her eyes look puffy, like she’s been crying. “Tina, look,” Frida calls in Danish, waving her uncasted arm in the air. “It’s all better now, doctor Said it is as good as new.” “Look at you,” Tina coos, finding her a smile. All the while, she casts me a look of warning that has my stomach sinking. “What is it?” I say, reaching in my pocket for the keys. “Why are you here so early?” I pause, glancing around. “And why are you waiting in the hall? Did you lose your key?” “Umm… no. I guess I didn’t feel right about just going in.” She clutches to her phone. “Is Kiera not with you?” I shake my head, “She had to cover someone at work.” She steps back. “I can… I think I’ll come back later then.” “No. Stay.” I tell her. Her eyes go wide at my command, giving me all the proof I need that something is defi
Fake marrying my new boss Tell her
*Will* “How do you feel?” I ask in Danish, watching Frida flex her hand, newly without its purple cast and now having her first checkup to see how it works ans how much help She will need with the physio. “Strange,” she murmurs, rotating her wrist the way the doctor showed her. “My bone isn’t broken anymore?” “No. Your body healed itself.” I brush a hand down her thick Dutch braid, kissing the top of her head. “You’re so strong, mit lille lam.” She gives a small sigh, “But not my leg, right?” I smile, “Not yet. But soon.” “And then I can do ballet again? And go to school?” She asks hopefully. “Of course. Mr. Torres says you’re doing wonderfully well with your English lessons. He thinks you’ll be ready for American school in January.” I confirm. “And ballet?” Her brow furrows with that serious look of a child determined to have her way. Her friend Emma is doing a recital with her ballet school of Swan Lake this Christmas. Emma’s has invited us to attend. It’s all Fri
Fake marrying my new boss End of the evening
*Kiera* “Ouch,” I cry, shaking out my fist. “Oh, fuck, that fucking hurt.” Corey reels around, one hand rising to catch the blood now dripping from his nose. His expression is all surprise. “You hit me, you little bitch.” “Talk shit about my husband again, I’ll do more than hit you,” I shout, adrenaline pumping. “And if you ever touch me again, I’ll run you over with his goddamn Porsche. Then I’ll let Will fuck me on the hood while you scream. Is that clear enough for you? This little fish is off limits.” The moment he digests my words, he lunges, surprising us both with his drunken violence. I scramble backwards, crying out as Corey goes stumbling past me and into the wall. But he’s not actually stumbling. He was shoved from behind. “Will!” I step back, eyes wide. “Oh god, stop!” Will and Corey wrestle down to the floor in a great storm of grunts and curses. Their fighting tips over a stack of boxes. Plastic cups and lids go rolling around on the floor. Corey fight
Fake marrying my new boss Little fish
*Kiera* A few days later, I'm adjusting my hair in the mirror, taking a moment to appreciate the dress I chose for tonight’s charity event. A deep emerald green that hugs my curves just right, it feels like a second skin. Will is in the living room, checking his tie one last time, the dapper look making my heart race. There’s something thrilling about being by his side, especially in a room filled with New York’s elite. Frida is having a sleepover with her first real friend, and he had been so exited I almost cried. As we step into the venue, the atmosphere is electric. Soft jazz fills the air, mingled with the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of sophisticated conversations. The grand hall is adorned with sparkling chandeliers and elegantly draped fabric that sways gently with the flickering candlelight. I can feel the buzz of excitement as we enter, the decor itself whispering promises of a night to remember. “Wow,” I breathe, taking in the sight of well-dressed guests ming
Fake marrying my new boss A blast from her past
*Kiera* I’m feeling so very good as I finish tidying up the kitchen, the sweet scent of Kanelsnegle still hanging in the air. The atmosphere feels cozy, and the soft hum of the city outside contrasts perfectly with the warmth of our apartment. Will is lounging at the counter, the moonlight from the window casting a glow around him. He looks so relaxed, and I can’t help but smile. Just as I’m about to pour myself another cup of coffee, my phone buzzes on the counter, pulling my attention away. I glance down and see a text from Corey, a guy I went on a date with when I first moved to New York. We hit it off for a bit, texting each other, but it wasn’t anything serious, just a brief spark that fizzled out quickly after we actually met. I had forgotten about him entirely… until now. ‘Hey gorgeous, I’ve been thinking about you. I’m sure I could satisfy you much better than that boring Will Lund you hang around, up for meeting tonight,’ it reads, his flirtation blatant and unwelcome.
Fake marrying my new boss Interview
*Kiera* I sit on the edge of the couch, my heart racing in anticipation. The living room feels both cozy and daunting, with its soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender wafting from the diffuser in the corner. Will sits beside me, his hand firmly holding mine, and I take a deep breath, trying
Fake marrying my new boss Good for each other
*Will*I stand in the doorway, watching as Kiera gently detangles Frida’s hair, her fingers moving with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. The sight of them together is almost too beautiful to bear… Kiera, with her warmth and patience, and Frida, whose innocence shines through despite the shad
Fake marrying my new boss Tangled
*Kiera* Will has stepped out on the balcony, I am not sure if it is the same call or if he had more to make, but he seems not to be too agitated, which I assume is a good sign. As I clear the table, the sound of Frida’s crayon scratching against the paper still echoes in the background. I sneak a
Fake marrying my new boss Back to teaching
*Kiera*The midday sun streams through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow on everything it touches. I’m rummaging through the cabinets, preparing lunch for Frida while she sits at the table, engrossed in her latest drawing. It is nice having a day at home… which I have because Tina asked for
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