Married To The Secret Billionaire

PROLOGUE

“How much are we talking about?” 

“1 million dollars.”

“That’s it?” I raised a brow. He crossed his arms and leaned on the doorway he was standing on. I could see a challenging glint in his eyes, wanting me to raise the offer.

I did everything I could to stop glaring. The opportunistic bastard. 

If he just didn’t look like a model and a possible hot-shot in business, I wouldn’t ever waste my time with him. 

“A free stay in my house, food, clothes, car and a renovation in this…” 

I gestured towards the tattered small house behind him. He raised a brow, an amused glint sparkling in his eyes. I just waved my hand.

“I will renovate your house, and you will have basically every privilege a boyfriend and a husband will have. So, what do you say?” I said. 

He didn’t move in his position and just stared at me for a second. And when those deep gray eyes of his suddenly went roaming around my body, I suddenly felt things I shouldn't have for a man I just met.

“Including sex?” He asked, tilting his head a little.

My eyes widened. “N-no! No! All the privileges except that. We don’t need to do anything intimate when we’re alone. We’re just pretending so I could have my position from my grandfather.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” The bastard smirked, and I hate how that just made something stir in my stomach. 

I clenched my fist behind me. “The fun is all the money you can have in just six months. Six months after marriage, we’ll get divorced. Done. Everything I mentioned is all yours. All I need is the position in our company. I still don’t want to get married nor even planning to in the near future.”

“Your old man would probably not like that,” he commented, but I didn’t say anything. 

Yes, grandfather would not like this, but there’s no way I’m going to let him arrange me to a marriage like we were still in the medieval times with a man who will take over my position and work. I don’t even know who he is. There’s just no way.

I don’t need a man for me to run our company. I can do this on my own. If I ever want a man, then it won’t be because I need him for the business. I know I’m smart and trained enough to have the president and CEO position.

I love grandpa Al, but I can’t just do what he says this time.

“All the things I said will be yours. I will have it in a contract we’ll both sign and you’ll be rid of me after six months. Deal?” I stretched out my hand for him to take. 

His amused gray eyes went to it, and it was crazy, but I suddenly felt tingles on my palm. 

Gawd. I hate how good he looks.

Slowly, he started taking my hand. I looked at him and saw his smirk turn into a grin. 

“Deal.” I sighed in relief and nodded. But he suddenly pulled me closer that made me gasp.

“Nice negotiating with you, my dear soon-to-be wife.” He raised my hand that he was still holding and I couldn’t help the fast beats of my heart when he kissed it.

“Fake soon-to-be wife,” I emphasized, getting a hold of myself. I pulled my hand away from him. 

The bastard just chuckled.