Fake dating my billionaire Boss (3)

OLIVIA

By nine in the morning, I was ready to fight Victoria Sterling.

That bitch had cheated on Jack Steel. Jack fucking Steel! If I ever saw her again, I couldn’t promise I’d behave like a civilized human being, and the worst part? Jack was the one suffering while she was probably somewhere looking pretty and feeling absolutely fine.

Unbelievable.

I arrived at his office with breakfast, determined to make his day better, because apparently being his secretary wasn’t enough for me. I also had to be his personal chef, therapist, and future wife.

Future wife?

Olivia Falls, get a grip!

“Good morning, sir!” I announced, placing his breakfast on the desk.

“Morning.”

He barely glanced at me.

“Eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Wonderful. Should I call an ambulance now or wait until you collapse?”

He looked up. “Olivia.”

“Jack.”

He sighed and returned to his laptop.

I wanted to kiss him and shake him at the same time. Instead, I marched out before I did something that would get me fired.

Unfortunately, his terrible mood only got worse.

During a meeting, he snapped at a colleague, then nearly lost an important client by speaking to him like an idiot. I finally dragged him into his office after the meeting.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

His eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Victoria cheated on you, not the entire fucking company. Stop punishing everyone because your girlfriend turned out to be a terrible human being!”

“Stay out of my personal life, Olivia.”

Ouch.

I went quiet, and suddenly, all the things I’d wanted to say disappeared.

“Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll stick to my job.”

I turned toward the door.

“Olivia, wait.”

I stopped.

He exhaled. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have treated them that way. I’m sorry.”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Are you feeling okay? Should I call a doctor?”

His mouth twitched. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re welcome.”

He laughed, and damn it, I immediately forgave him. This was becoming a serious problem. One day, this man would ruin my life, and I’d probably thank him for the experience.

Then his expression grew thoughtful.

“Have you ever loved someone who made you feel invisible?”

My heart nearly fell out of my chest.

YES, YOU BEAUTIFUL, CLUELESS IDIOT. I’M LOOKING AT HIM RIGHT NOW!

Instead, I shrugged. “I’ve been too busy managing your life to have one of my own.”

He laughed again.

“You don’t even have time for love?”

“Not when my boss needs constant supervision.”

He shook his head, smiling, completely unaware that I was mentally planning our wedding.

I left his office before my face betrayed me.

I needed professional help, or a boyfriend.

Preferably Jack Steel.

Unfortunately, the universe seemed determined to make me suffer.

JACK

That evening, my grandmother called.

“Jack, darling, when are you visiting?”

“This Saturday.”

“And you’re bringing someone special this time?”

I closed my eyes. Here we go.

“Grandma—”

“My health isn’t getting any better, and I’d love to see you settled before I get worse. I want to know there’s someone who’ll look after you when I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Then give me something else to worry about. What happened to Victoria? Weren’t you planning to propose?”

I stared at the wall.

I’d bought the ring three weeks ago. Now, I couldn’t even look at the damn thing without remembering the photographs.

“Things didn’t work out,” I said.

“Jack?”

“We’ve been busy. We’ll talk about it when I visit.”

It was a terrible lie, and we both knew it, then I made an even bigger mistake.

“I’ll bring someone special on Saturday.”

My grandmother practically squealed.

“Really? Who is she? What’s her name?”

“I’ll tell you later, Grandma. I have work to finish.”

I ended the call before she could interrogate me, then I stood in the middle of my apartment, wondering what the fuck I’d just promised.

I had no girlfriend now, no proposal, and absolutely no plan.

My phone buzzed.

Olivia: Don’t forget to eat dinner. I refuse to have your death by starvation on my job description.

I laughed, cause that woman was ridiculous.

She was also the only person who’d managed to make me smile all day, and suddenly, an idea came to me.

Olivia knew me. My grandmother liked her. She was single, as far as I knew, and I trusted her, maybe I could ask her to pretend to be my girlfriend for one evening.

Just one dinner. Nothing more.

I stared at my phone.

This was either a brilliant idea or the stupidest decision I’d ever make.

Knowing Olivia, she’d probably insult me first, and somehow, I found myself smiling at the thought of asking her anyway.

This could just possibly work.