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98. Grocery Run
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The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 99. Camila's Stalker
LUCIEN“Jessica and Lily should land in Zurich in about two hours.”Rafael stood in front of my desk, hands in his pockets. I rolled the passports between my fingers. Two small booklets. Two problems I’d pushed an ocean away.I crossed to the wall safe, entered the first code and metal clicked. Inside sat a second safe. Another code, then the passports went in with the documents I wasn’t ready to destroy yet.“If Nadia actually betrays Ronan,” Rafael said, “and it helps Camila’s case, what happens with Jessica?”I returned to my seat. The question had been chewing at the back of my skull all morning. If Nadia came through, I could finish Ronan and take the knife off Camila's throat, but Elysium would still be chained to Don’s clause. No loophole yet. “Are you asking if I’d walk away from the inheritance?” “Lucien, I'm asking why you're staying married to Jessica. For the sixty billion, or so you can burn it to the ground once it’s yours.” I swiveled the chair toward the window.
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 98. Grocery Run
The apartment smelled like burnt sugar and bad decisions. The last pancake went from “almost okay” to “why do you hate yourself?” in three seconds. I flipped too late, stared at the dark underside, and killed the burner. “Perfect,” I muttered. The plate beside me was a sad mix of edible and “we don’t talk about her.” We only had groceries enough to scrape this together, a loud reminder I had to go shopping later.At least some pancakes were semi-presentable. I tossed the worst into the trash, wiped my hands, and padded back to the bedroom. Lucien was awake, propped on one elbow, sheets low on his hips. Bare chest, messy hair, so damn sexy. Golden eyes tracked me as I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him. “Why didn’t you come out? I thought the smell of burnt pancakes would drag you.” His hand slid up my thigh, drawing lazy circles. “I’m naked. Not letting another woman see what belongs to you.” “Mm...” I murmured. “I like the sound of that.” He rolled us easily,
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 97. The Secret Mistress Of Lucien Hayes
He looked at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. His thumbs traced slow circles into the skin of my thighs like he was grounding himself. Want mixed with restraint in his eyes, something darker sitting just beneath it. “Patience, mi Fiera,” he said lowly, “when I fuck you again, it won't be rushed. It won't be hidden. I'll have you in my bed, spread for me, where I can spend hours making you fall apart. Tonight, we go back out and finish this." My body reacted before my brain did. Heat. Frustration. And anticipation, sharp and bright, because restraint like this meant our next time would be perfect. He helped me down from the desk. My legs shook, and his hands slid to my waist at once. “Easy,” he murmured. Then he smoothed my dress back down. I could feel the warmth in my face, the way my body still hummed. “Perfect,” he said, and kissed my forehead. “You’re the one with my lipstick all over you.” His mouth curved. That familiar, smug satisfaction flashed in his eyes
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 96. Spread Open For Him
"I don't have time for Ronan's games.""This isn't a game." Nadia's eyes flicked to me, then back to him. "It's up to you to accept my offer or not.""Why would I trust anything you say?""You shouldn't." Her lips pressed into a thin line. She glanced behind her, down the hall. “Look, I told him I forgot my phone inside. I have five minutes before he starts wondering why I’m gone this long. So either you listen, or I walk, and you lose the only chance you’ll ever have to put him in a cell.” That made my spine snap straight. “Talk fast,“ Lucien was unfazed. She slid her hand into the cup of her left bra and pulled out a small phone. She tossed it toward Lucien but he jerked his head aside on reflex. The phone hit the floor with a dull clatter and skidded toward the desk. "Ronan has a secret lunch meeting with Judge Taylor and his family at 1 PM tomorrow. That's the only time I'll be able to call you." She stepped back. "It's up to you whether you answer. But trust me when I say—
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 95. Why Make Love To Me?
He turned me around and my back slammed lightly against the doorframe. One hand cupped my face, the other clamped around my waist. His mouth was hot and desperate on mine, tasting like whiskey and fury, making my knees want to give out. I didn’t hesitate. All the anger, hurt, and longing I’d been trying to choke down poured straight into the kiss. My hands fisted in his tuxedo jacket, needing him closer to erase every second we'd been apart.He swallowed all my gasps, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. My back pressed harder against the door frame. His body was hot against mine, and I felt his heart pounding as fast as my own.When we broke apart, our breaths were ragged, foreheads pressed together, noses touching.“Sorry,” I whispered and swallowed. “For the lipstick. It tastes gross and now it’s all over—” “If it’s yours, I’ll wear it. Everywhere.” Heat shot through me so fast I forgot how to breathe.He reached behind me and opened the door, pulling me inside. The lock click
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 94. She Has Negative Energy
Lucien sat across from me like a storm contained in a tux. The head table looked perfect on the surface—black linens, white roses, crystal glasses—but every breath felt like it tugged at a wire strung too tight. Even the band seemed uneasy. Their soft music faltered, notes thinning and drifting apart. Not once had Lucien stopped looking at me, but no charming small talk nor smooth CEO mask. Those golden eyes fixed on mine like I was the only person here. Say something, I wanted to scream. Explain. Joke. Beg. Lie. Something. He didn’t., but Jessica did of course.“So.” Her voice carried easily, loud enough for nearby tables to hear. “My fiancé, his ex, and her… friend. What a modern family.” Damon took a slow sip of water beside me, unfazed. “If this is your idea of a—““I don’t need commentary from the plus-one.” Jessica’s gaze slid back to me then, full of venom. “You must really love humiliating yourself, Camila. Showing up in white to another woman’s engagement party screams
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