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Now he is worried
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2026-01-24 07:01:04
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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 A good team
*Will* I glance at my watch for the third time in five minutes, my heart racing. Brandy is late, and the last thing I need is for this meeting to start without her. The room is filled with my colleagues, their chatter and the clinking of coffee cups rising and falling like the tide, but all I can think about is what could go wrong without her there to help. I rub the back of my neck, feeling the weight of expectations pressing down on me. The door swings open, and I turn, half-expecting to see Brandy rushing in, flustered but ready to take her seat. Instead, it’s Kiera… my Kiera…striding confidently into the room, a folder tucked under her arm. She flashes me a smile that instantly calms the storm brewing in my chest. “Hey,” she whispers as she slides into the chair next to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Brandy is out of commission. I’m here to save the day.” I blink, momentarily stunned. “What’s going on?” I whisper back, leaning closer. “Where’s Frida?” “Don’t worry.
Fake marrying my new boss Cinnamon rolls and a meeting
*Kiera* "Okay, now stir, stir,” I chant, holding the bowl while Frida moves the whisk in a jerky pattern. “Keep stirring. Tight circles, remember?” “Here, like this,” says Will, trying to reach in and take over, one of the few bad habits I have discovered him to have.. I playfully slap his hand away. “Babe, she can do it. Just give her a sec.” Frida furiously churns the eggs into the top inch of cinnamon roll mixture, an excited smile on her face. “Am I doing it?” “Dig deeper,” I say on a laugh. “You gotta mix the whoooole bowl.” We’ve finally made it to the last day of her wearing the arm cast. The break look great, so she gets the cast off first thing tomorrow. To celebrate, we’re baking some cinnamon rolls as a gift for Tina. Frida stands at the counter on her kitchen stool. She’s perfected the art of balancing on one foot, keeping the weight off her healing leg. That cast will be on for another week, maybe two, then that will come off too. Will checks the time
Fake marrying my new boss Finally
*Kiera There’s a tremor that goes through him. It’s a vulnerability from what he is asking. He’s been so careful with me, always letting me set the pace, but this is the one thing he’s been hesitant about. I feel how much he wants me, feel it pressed against my core, but there’s always been a wall up. I never pushed it, but now he is asking me to break it down. I have never wanted anything more. “Are you sure, Will?” “Yes. I need you. Please.” Those words are a benediction. I lean in and kiss him deeply, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He sighs against my lips, the sound pure relief. His hands slide under my shirt to the small of my back, holding me tight. His tongue tangles with mine. This is no longer a negotiation. This is a promise. He is trusting me. He is giving himself to me. And I will take such good care of him. My hands down his chest. His muscles are tense, straining against the thin cotton of his shirt. My fingers find the hem and I tug upwards. He breaks our kiss
Fake marrying my new boss Who,is there?
*Kiera* The late afternoon sun filters through the grand windows of the reception venue, casting a golden hue over the elegantly decorated hall. I can hardly believe that this is where I’ll officialy celebrate my marriage… my very own makebelief fairy tale, albeit one with a few caveats. I adjust
Fake marrying my new boss The best sleep
*Will* The shrill sound of my alarm cuts through the soft cocoon of sleep, and I blink awake, confusion swirling in my mind. I haven’t felt this rested in a long time, and as I glance down, I see Kiera, all but wrapped around me, her head nestled against my shoulder. Her hair brushes against my ch
Fake marrying my new boss Snuggling
*Kiera* “No!” Is the first he says. “I was… tonight… altså… it was... møg… I mean.” Will stumbles over his words, and I can see the frustration building behind his eyes. His Danish slips out, punctuated by his stuttering, and I can’t help but tilt my head, trying to lighten the mood. “Did your in
Fake marrying my new boss Her responsibility
*Will* I open the book, revealing the vibrant illustrations of dragons dancing through the skies. “This one is about a dragon named Ember who learns to overcome her fears.” I begin to read, my voice low and soothing, aiming to pull both Frida and Kiera into the enchanting world of the story. “Onc
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