"Married?!" I pushed myself out of my seat."Sophia, please sit down," my mother said in a soft concerned tone. I immediately regretted my sudden dramatic action from my seat.“You’re getting married?” I said, in shock.Married.Married, my sister was getting married, and to that lying bastard. Adam Scott, Rachel's ex-boyfriend. Since we were young, Rachel Samson was both of our best friends until one night, I got drunk and ended up in bed with her boyfriend. To make it worse, Adam went for my younger sister when I told him I no longer wanted to see his face ever again. That’s right. He turned both of the McAdams sisters into his mistresses at some point.You could only imagine how shameful that was, and because of that I’ve changed. I told Rachel everything and went clean. I completely accepted all the consequences that I deserved to face, and worked my way to be a better person. Up to this day, that one bad decision continues to bite me in the ass.Marriage?“How could you do this

“Where the hell will I find a fake boyfriend for tonight?” I asked myself early in the morning. I got out of bed and went along with my daily morning routine. The boyfriend thing is gonna be my problem later. Right now, let’s focus on work.I reached for my phone, smoothing away any wrinkles in the grey pencil skirt, and noticed a few messages from the office. I sighed and looked down at my silver wristwatch, which showed that I was always on time. Precise timing was essential for me. I'd never been late for anything before, and I wasn't about to start now, especially with three manuscripts on my desk that needed to be edited.I was well recognized in the writing industry for elevating any class B novel into a New York Times best seller as an editor with little patience for laziness or cheap rip-off novels written by amateurs who had just graduated from college. Now, I have my own company, but I decided to move to magazines. It took a long way to get here. All of my achievement happen

"Where is he?" I looked down at the clock on the wall.Although my mother and Stacy were scheduled to come at any minute, the guy has yet to show up. I strolled into the kitchen to check on the pasta I was cooking, I grinned, and then shut the oven door as the cheese melted on top. Henry had called to ask if I could meet a potential client, and I'd been delayed in getting home, so the supper was a last-minute fix. I had no way of declining, of course. The only other fattening ingredients I could think of were whole milk rather than skim, three different types of cheese, and baking some garlic bread. After tonight, try fitting in your frock, I thought menacingly as I silently thanked the cooking show from which I had gleaned the recipe for the wicked rendition of a delectable dish. As I lowered the oven mitts, there was a knock on the door. He has to be here! I halted as I skipped approached the door and fixed my favorite black evening gown with golden accents. My breasts and a letha

No, no! Simply put, things are growing worse by the minute. Can't I take a five-minute break? My eyes opened when my mother extended a pale hand to greet Ethan and introduced herself with a smile that was all too lovely. Ethan shook her hand, a sexy half-smirk forming on his lips, and dropped his mouth to kiss the slightly wrinkled skin on her hand. My mom's face turned bright crimson, and she rolled her eyes like a teenager. "Ethan Ricci. neighbor of Sophia, "He responded, his voice dripping with that alluring charm, "Crap, crap, crap!" What shall I do? My mother gasped in shock as I handed Ethan the keycard as I rushed forward and pretended to smile. She was standing in the spot where it seemed like I should be holding his hand, but I was actually secretly shoving my fingers into his palm and yelling at him to leave. “So this is him, then?” Stacy questioned in amazement and disbelief, her one thin brow arched. "He is extremely attractive. He's just how I envisioned him to be,” M

Last night’s dinner with my mother and sister was tolerable, ironically thanks to Ethan. I hate to admit but that son of a bitch really did save me in the moment.Today was my day off which meant I get to jog in the morning. Luckily no plans with my family but unfortunately I’d have to meet Ethan later at the afternoon to discuss our arrangement, if I could even call it that.I hope into an outfit that was comfortable enough to jog in, an oversized grey jacket with a white tank top inside and grey shorts that matched my jacket. Once I open my door Im greeted by a devilish presence."As expected, just on time Cupcake," he said, flashing a pearly grin."Ethan," I greeted..I guess we can talk about our plan right now instead of jogging. Getting work done before leisure time is preferable.I grab the collar of his shirt and lead him inside his apartment. “Woah, slow down cupcake. I could always take you to bed after you finish your Saturday Jog,” he teased.“You know I only Jog at Satur