Lucy's POVI shouldn’t have gotten in that car.The leather seats were too smooth. The air was too quiet. And the man beside me was too unreadable.Shane had the look of someone born to drive, our lips sealed together, hands not moving at all even as he’d recently tricked me into pretending to be his fiancée. Or perhaps that was the scariest thing, how unworried he seemed to be.“You could’ve brought men lower dating at my place,” I said, with my arms crossed, staring at the skyline.“You don’t live there anymore,” he said without looking at me.I scoffed. “Excuse me?”“It doesn’t fit the narrative,” he said. “My fiancée doesn’t sleep in a shoebox with a leaky radiator and three locks on the door. You’re staying with me now.”“This isn’t real, remember?”He finally looked at me. “It has to look real.”The car slowed before a glass tower that glittered, like a weapon, in the night. Sure he was living here in the kind of place with valet parking and security guards in suits, not uniform
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