Cassian’s POV“Next time, don’t fucking kiss me back—or look at me like that,” I snapped, my eyes fixed on the file in my hands. “It’s disgusting.”Tricia stood across from my desk, silent for a beat longer than usual.“How do you expect me to make it believable if I don’t?” she asked quietly.There it was. The same tired excuse.“I hired you for two damn reasons,” I said, finally lifting my gaze to her.She sighed. “I know. Because I’m a family friend and because I love money more than anything.”“Exactly,” I barked. “So when we’re in public, you act exactly how I instruct you to act. Nothing more. Nothing less. And when we’re alone, I don’t want you looking at me, flirting with me, or pretending we’re friendly. Am I clear?”“Yes,” she replied, but her voice wavered.She turned toward the door, then stopped.“Why did you choose me?” she asked softly. “Why hire me to be your fiancée?”I laughed without humor. “The contract you signed made it very clear you don’t get to ask questions.”
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