All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S TEMPORARY FIANCÉE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

When we got home my feet were aching from the heels. Taking them off was such a relief. I hadn’t to but the pain won. He looked at me and smiled slightly as we head upstairs. But because I was tipsy, I didn’t manage very well. My heels dangled from my fingers and in a blink of an eye, he lifted me like I weighed nothing. I tried to resist but he was so strong and I was weak and light. As we climbed the stairs, we exchanged a glance. I wasn’t afraid to look him in the eyes. For some reason, I felt comfortable and safe. He took me to my room and gently placed me on the bed when he turned to leave I reached out and grabbed his hand. “Don’t leave me. I’m afraid of the dark.” “I’ll turn the lights on.” He said softly. “Why don’t you sit here for a while?” “It’s midnight.” “Then stay with me, I miss having company in my room.” “Chloe, you’ll be okay, thank you for tonight.” “Please don’t leave me.” I whispered my voice cracking. He paused. “What has gotten into you?”

I woke up in the beautiful room but it feel unfamiliar. The silence was heavy. Some part of me missed my sister and longed for my mother. I went up and put on my robe. The unfamiliarity of the place made rest impossible. When I went down stairs, Jake was already working, pacing back and forth while on the phone. I went to the dinning table. The servant passed by me . “Would you like some help ma’am?” She asked stepping closer. “No thank you i’m alright.” I said my eyes following Jake as he continued his call. I poured myself tea and sipped quietly, the table was enormous,and I sat alone. I wondered if this was the kind of live I was supposed to be living for thirty bloody days, and if I was ready to do it. Jake acted as if I was invisible and maybe I was, I reminded myself not to get things twisted. I reached my cell phone and called home. “Chloe?” My mom answered “Mom, how are you?” “ I am doing well, but you haven’t been yourself these past days, Is everything okay

Jake Wolfe Polished shoes on the floor, laughters that I can’t tell if they real or fake, champagne being served to invitees, people standing beneath the chandelier, content dressed in luxurious watches and jewelry that cost more than people’s home. I have hosted this gala every year since my father passed away, not because I care so much about death but because the legacy must go on, and I have to remind the board that I still play by the rules. At least on paper. I watched the crowd from the balcony, politicians,billionaires faking smiles with others, women admiring each other’s dresses and hairstyles, sycophants, some desperate to show and lie about their generosity. And then her. She’s holding a tray, her hair in a pony tail, he lips shut as if she has something to say but cant dare to. Passing through the crowd and faking a smile whenever she wants to serve the champagne. Chloe Quinn .She doesn’t recognize me but I do, she is moving through the guest head down, she pr