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My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome I am not here for a lesson on what to wear
BiancaI am home earlier than usual, stretched out on the living room couch, pretending to look through a fashion magazine. But my attention keeps sliding over to Rosa. She is lying on a yoga mat, bending her body into shapes that seem impossible, making me wonder if her bones are made of rubber.“Does that not hurt?” The words escape before I can stop them. There is no way a person can bend that far without something breaking.Rosa laughs softly, looking back at me without coming out of her pose. “Actually, it feels like freedom.” She turns her head just enough to offer a playful grin. “You should try it. It could help you relax.”I let out a dismissive sound. “No, thank you. I am in my thirties. My body does not do… that,” I say, waving a hand toward her, “and I am perfectly content to keep all my bones where they belong.”Rosa smoothly unravels from one position and flows into another, making it seem as easy as breathing. “Age is just a idea, Bianca. You feel as old as you think yo
My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome What the hell does that matter?”
JulianI settle back into the leather chair, making a conscious effort to keep my body still. My expression is a blank wall, but deep inside, I can feel the pressure building, a hard knot forming in my jaw. The quiet in the room is heavy and long. The low sound of the air conditioner seems too loud, and each tick from the clock on the wall cracks through the silence like a shot.The sheer fucking audacity of Brandon Evans to ask me something like that. I draw a slow breath. There is no chance I am letting him watch me break. Not here.I allow my shoulders to drop, sinking into the chair’s embrace. When my voice comes, it is level. Dangerously level.“I have looked into your background, Mr. Evans,” I state. “Harvard, was it not? First in your class for Business Administration. And then, a Master’s degree in International Economics? Very impressive.” I angle my head, letting my gaze grow more intent. “Tell me, during all those expensive years of learning, which lesson covered the etique
My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome Are you fucking my wife?
JulianBianca lets out a laugh, but the sound is thin and stretched, like it might break. “Well, that’s the whole idea, isn’t it? It has to seem believable.”I keep my gaze on her, careful and steady. I do not know how to reply without telling her the truth that is burning inside me. I see something change in her eyes, a brief glimpse of doubt, maybe even fear. But just as quickly, it is gone. She looks back down at the iPad screen, using it like a wall to block out the pressure growing in the space between us.“We should get back to work,” she says.So we do. We talk about tactics and what-ifs, but my whole mind is on her. On the simple, brutal fact that is now clear to me.I want Bianca.I will have her.I will follow every step of this plan she made, because when it is over, she will belong to me.*************I pull up in front of Paragon Jewels and watch as Bianca gets out of the car. She smooths down her shirt, looks at the building, then turns her gaze back to me. The smile sh
My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome If we are going to fake this, I am going to make fucking sure it feels real.
JulianI think there is a problem with me. And that problem is a five-foot-tall brunette whose heart is owned by another man.Bianca is standing on the deck, her eyes wide and bright as she stares at my yacht. The way her mouth is slightly open, her gaze so full of wonder, it is as if she has discovered something truly magical. I find myself following her line of sight, almost expecting to find something new, something I have missed all the years I have owned the damn thing. But no, it is the same sleek, expensive boat that has been mine for a long time. Maybe she is seeing it through some kind of enchanted lens."You have truly never been on a yacht before?" I ask, leaning on the railing with my arms crossed.She turns. "Do I look like the kind of person who spends her free time on yachts?""Well, this is New York. Your husband is a billionaire. Half the billionaires here own one of these, and the other half have been on one. I am just surprised you have never had the experience.""Y
My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome You rented a yacht for lunch?
BiancaI force myself to swallow, my mouth gone dry while his words just hang there between us, solid and suffocating. Every sane part of me is yelling to shove him away, to tell him to cut this fucking game out right now, but the rest of me is not listening. A wave of heat moves through my body, and my thoughts turn to useless, scattered noise.Then he is there, erasing the last bit of space. One more step and we are close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. His smell is everywhere, and I am stuck, completely trapped in the strange spell of this moment."Make a choice, Bianca," Julian says.I know I need to speak, to form a single word, but my mind is just a mess of broken signals. The only thing that feels real is how near he is, the way his eyes show amusement and something else, something deep and threatening."Bianca," Julian says, "you have that look.""What look?" I get out, but it sounds weak and airy, not at all how I wanted."The look that says your m
My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome Do not come any closer
My eyes narrowed instantly.Brandon?It could not be Brandon. He had not given me flowers in years—our marriage was never the type for grand, romantic gestures. I moved closer to the enormous bouquet, a knot of dread already forming in my stomach. I pulled the small card free. The writing was clean, but I did not recognize it. My heart gave a strange, sudden leap as I read the words.*Glad we are back on, fake girlfriend. You are stuck with me now. Forever… or at least until Brandon comes to his senses.**Julian*A laugh burst from my throat, surprising me. Of course. It was Julian. Who else would be so fucking bold? I grabbed my phone from my bag and tapped his number, my fingers drumming a restless beat on the desk.He picked up after the first ring. “Good morning, Bianca.”I rolled my eyes, but I could feel a smile trying to break through. “Flowers? Really, Julian?”“You are the one who texted me. You said the deal was back on. I asked myself, what does a fake boyfriend get for his
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