All Chapters of The Fated Fake Marriage: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My brother Joshua—Stan as we call him—walks into the gym dressed to train after finishing work. We are in his office building gym, and it’s 5pm in the afternoon. We come here most days, and although he is only in LA a few days a week, Murph and I are here daily. This is the only reliable place where we get to see each other. Obviously, Stan and Murph work together, but with my crazy work schedule and all of us busy on weekends, this sixty minutes a day with my two best friends is sacred. When they are not annoying the fuck out of me, that is.Stan frowns as he sees me and walks over to the treadmill to watch me for a moment. Murph joins him and they stand in front of me, both smirking.“Fuck… off,” I pant. “I’m not in the mood for your fucking shit today.”“Did someone die?” He frowns. Usually I only get like this if I lose a patient. Thankfully, that’s not my reasoning today.“Nobody died,” I grunt, exasperated.“Then what’s up your ass?” Stan asks.“Nothing. I’ve had a prick of a da

Leave your car, walk down the stairs, and up the other end is an office.“I’m… I’m going to be late for work,” I stammer in a panic.“Seems so,” he replies sarcastically.Shit!I hang up, lock my car, and half run to the stairs, taking them two at a time. I get to level two, take my heels off, and bolt to the other end of the parking lot with my heels in my hand, with only my stockings hitting the bare ground. I arrive panting and a skinny guy who couldn’t care less looks up at me.“Oh, are you the lady whose parking ticket isn’t working?”“That… would… be me,” I pant. Oh, man, I’m out of shape.I give him the ticket. He scans it and then opens the gate with a button. I watch on his security camera as it rises.“You couldn’t do this for me when I was up there?” I snap. Honestly… some people.“No. I don’t want to get into trouble.” He smiles sarcastically as he hands over my card.I snatch it from him and turn to run back to the stairs and up to my level, and then over to my car. I’m o

Amber’s loud laugh is contagious and I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl as she pretends to drive fast and turn the wheel back and forth. “Oh, Amber, suck my dick while I drive you to my castle,” she mimics again in her bad Aussie accent.I burst out laughing. She is the most refreshing fool I have met in a long time. Med school people are usually so boring.She turns to me, all serious. “You know what this means, don’t you?”“No. What does this mean?”“It means I need to bag myself Dr. Stanton.”I smirk.“And if he doesn’t want me… then you have to bag him.”“He doesn’t want me,” I reply.“He might.”“He might want Henry.” I smirk. “He could bat for the other side.”“Fuck.” She thinks for a moment as she falls serious. “Then there is only one solution to that problem.”“What is it?” I smirk.“You will have to give me a gender realignment.”My eyes widen. “And where am I getting your new penis from?”She twitches her lips as she thinks for a moment. “Got any old boyfriends we can

“Aha.”“Just welcome them with Welcome to Club Exotic and then check the screen to make sure that their name adds to the bottom of the list.”“Got it.” I frown. “Wait, do I ask them their name?”“No. They don’t ever tell you their name, but their real names come up on the screen. But you never acknowledge that you know it. That’s a big deal. Never let them know that you know who they are.”My eyes widen. “Oh, okay.”“If someone is going to the Escape Lounge tonight, you will have to wait until I get back, so just let them in, but tell them they have to come back to see me.”I nod. “Got it. How will I know if they are going to the Escape Lounge?” I ask.“Their name will be red on the screen.”“Okay.”She disappears into the darkness and I stand and wait at my position by the door. I’m wearing my little leather cream outfit. My hair is down and the girls put my makeup on tonight in the staff room. I’m feeling a bit sexy, to be honest. I watch as Simone, one of my new friends, walks past

Cameron.He’s with five other men and they are all around a table eating and laughing, paying no attention at all to the women in the fashion parade. I drop my head and continue walking into the kitchen to place the tray in the line up for the dishwasher. A waitress is in the kitchen running the food.“Hi.” I smile as I watch him through the peephole.“Hello.” She smiles. “God, it’s hectic tonight.”“I know.” I grin as an idea runs through my mind. “Hey, see that table of men up the back?”She glances over at them. “Yes.”“How long have they been here?”“A few hours.”I nod. “Okay...” I hesitate. “Thank you.”I drop my head and walk back out of the restaurant. Please don’t see me, please don’t see me. I pick up another tray and begin to collect my empty glasses again. After another hour of restaurant door stalking, I glance up and see Cameron and his group of friends walking out of the restaurant.Shit. I drop my head and scurry into the darkness between the crowd. I watch on as he an