All Chapters of Falling for my Fake Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For the next few days, Florence couldn’t stop replaying their kiss in her mind over and over again. She still couldn’t believe that it happened, and the fact that it was the best kiss she ever had didn’t make it easier.She didn’t see Scott during the week since he had to go on a business trip, but they exchanged a few text messages when he was free, which wasn’t very constant, Florence had to admit.Because of that, she tried to stay as busy as possible; at work and at home. But even though she tried to stay focused and occupied, it was getting harder to ignore how much she missed seeing him. And it scared her, even more, to know that they only had been on two dates. What was going to happen to her if she kept thinking about him that way? She couldn’t fall head over heels for a man like Scott. She was most likely going to end up heartbroken. They also never really talked about their relationship or what it meant for both of them. And she was definitely not going to be the first one

The next day, Scott started to put his plan into action. He knew Florence wasn’t going to like when she heard about it, but a man has to do what a man has to do.He told his assistant he’d arrive late at the office that morning so he could call his private detective for more information without being interrupted. Mr. Miller was one of the best there was in the country and he worked for Scott on several occasions over the years. His service was impeccable and Scott didn’t trust anyone else.The man picked up on the second beep.“Mr. Lee. What a nice surprise,” the man said with a lively voice.“Mr. Miller. Always delightful talking to you. And you’re right… It’s been a while since I needed your services.”“It has indeed. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” Mr. Miller asked. “Hmm… I need some information that only you can get for me. It’s not as hard as it usually is though,” Scott warned, knowing that the man would probably expect something big.“That's a first. It’ll be a pie

“And don’t come at me with the ‘why not you’ speech again,” Florence continued, still not comfortable with the way he dealt with the issue.She felt trapped now as if she had no choice. She couldn’t deny that it was good to not have to worry about her debts anymore. She was no hypocrite. But she always thought about marriage as something beautiful, magical even, when two people that really love each other decide to share their lives with one another and seek happiness together.Now she was proposed to for the first time, and he didn’t even care to give her a ring. Not that it’d make any difference. From what she could take from the conversation, it was an exchange of favors, Scott’s words exactly.Did that mean they wouldn’t live as a married couple? It would be just for show? Or would she have to act and behave as a normal and passionate wife would? What exactly did this deal implicate?Scott seemed to consider her question for a while. Florence watched him as he tried to find a nice

After thinking it through the entire night, Florence decided to call Scott instead of texting him. Even though text messages were faster, she didn’t think an invitation like that should be made over a text.Ever since she left his penthouse, they didn’t talk again. Things were weird between them, now more than ever. However, they should find a way to get over that soon, since Scott’s grandfather didn’t seem to be getting any more patient.So, on Sunday morning, she decided to give it a try. She didn’t think he’d reject it, of course, he was a gentleman after all, but she was nervous nonetheless.“Hi, Florence,” he picked up right away, surprising her.“Oh, hi, Scott,” she said, trying to calm her heart down. “Hm, so, I’m assuming you were expecting it to happen already, but my parents found out about the debts being paid. I couldn’t really lie to them, since they’d find out eventually about us, so I told them you paid for it and we’re getting married.”She spat it all before he even ha

The week went by calmer than Florence expected. Maybe because she was so nervous about the weekend, she didn’t pay much attention to anything else. One thing bothering her though was that she didn’t know how to tell Emma about what was going on with her.Of course she wouldn’t be able to hide it from her best friend forever. Florence would get married to the man with whom Emma was obsessed with for a few weeks now. She knew Emma would love to hear about it, but how much should Florence share with her? Should she also keep things from her as she did with her parents? She still wasn’t sure, so she decided to wait a bit longer until she had time to think it through.Scott called her in the middle of the week to tell her that his grandfather had scheduled lunch on Saturday for them in his mansion. Florence was already expecting it, but she still wasn’t used to the idea of being surrounded by luxury and money. What if she didn’t know how to behave in front of the man? Scott did mention th