All Chapters of Fake Dating the Hollywood Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ronan’s POV“You scared the hell out of me,” I said again, my voice coming out rough and low. My hand reached up without thinking, fingers gently touching her jaw where a small bruise was showing.Sarra leaned into my hand a little, her breath hitching. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”I shook my head. “Don’t say sorry. Just… promise you won’t do that again.”Her mouth twitched into that familiar stubborn smile. “I’ll try not to get smashed by cars on purpose.”We were so close now, the kitchen counter behind her, the air smelling like her fresh shampoo, flowers and something clean that cut through the leftover hospital stink on me. My old T-shirt hung loose on her, thin enough to hint at her shape underneath. No bra. Just her skin.I swallowed, my throat tight. “You should be in bed. Resting.”“I’m sick of resting,” she said softly, her hand pressing against my chest, right over my pounding heart. “I was out for so long. I want to feel alive again.”Her words hit me ha

Ronan’s POVFilm sets always looked better in photos.In real life, they were not all that. The lights were too bright, people shouting directions, and someone always running around with a clipboard like it was a weapon. I’d been on set since six a.m., half-awake, pretending to enjoy pretending.The movie was an action drama, which meant I spent most of my morning running in fake rain and dodging explosions made out of flour and LED smoke.By the time the director yelled “Lunch break,” I wanted to disappear.I found a quiet corner inside the soundstage, away from the extras and noise, and checked my phone. A text from Sarra blinked on the screen. “Hey you…I'm going out with Clara. We'll probably get dinner before coming back home.”I smiled, and nodded, like she could see. Sarra was okay and that was all I needed.“Long morning?” a voice asked behind me.I turned. Lexi stood there, holding two paper cups and wearing tight black jeans, a cropped blazer, and perfect hair.“Lex,” I said

Ronan’s POV“Hey….wait!”The man who’d caught Lexi and me in the doorway was already halfway down the corridor, moving fast. I cursed and jogged after him. “Hold up, man.”He turned, nervous. “Uh… Mr. Ronan, I didn’t—”“What you saw back there,” I said, lowering my voice, “doesn’t leave this hallway. Understood?”He nodded, his head bobbing up and down so fast that I thought it would fall off his neck.I pulled out my wallet, handed him a few folded hundreds. “Here…. I'm buying your silence. You never saw me or Lexi. We got trapped, that’s it.”He blinked, then pocketed the cash like it burned. “Yeah, yeah, of course. No problem, sir.”“Good.”I watched him scurry away very quickly, and I wished that I could bribe my own brain to forget that kiss too.I ended up at Echelon, a low-lit VIP bar a few blocks from the set. It was where all celebrities came to hide out. Paparazzi was not allowed here, and people were always thoroughly vetted before entering. I slid into a booth and ordered

Sarra's pov"It's not Ethan. it's me, you know...your boyfriend." I heard Ronan answer with a bite in his voice.For a second, I thought I was still at the shooting range. The sound of gunfire still echoed faintly in my head, followed by Clara’s trembling voice and the sharp, terrifying crack that split the air.I opened my eyes slowly. The world swam in and out of focus and it was hard to focus on the white ceiling, pale curtains, and the smell of antiseptic.slowly, i could see clearly again.Ronan was sitting by the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, head bowed, fingers tangled in his hair. He looked exhausted. His black T-shirt was wrinkled, and there were shadows under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days.“Hey,” I croaked, my throat dry.His head jerked up. Relief flooded his face so fast it almost broke me. “You’re awake.”I tried to sit up, but a dull pain spread through my shoulder. He reached for me quickly. “Don’t move too much. You’re still healing.”“What… happened?”

Finally, the hospital let me go. My legs felt wobbly as Ronan held my hand and led me to his car. The whole ride home, he kept glancing over with that soft smile, squeezing my fingers like he was scared I’d vanish.When we stepped inside his place, the lights were low and the air smelled like garlic and tomatoes. On the small table sat two plates of spaghetti, a candle flickering between them, and a tiny bowl of chocolate-dipped strawberries he must have made himself. My heart did a little flip.“You cooked?” I asked, voice cracking a bit.He shrugged, cheeks pink. “I wanted tonight to feel special…for you.”I couldn’t wait anymore. I dropped my bag, stepped close, and pressed my lips to his. Just a soft thank-you at first. But the second he kissed me back, everything changed.His hands found my waist, pulling me against him. I sighed into his mouth, and he took that as permission. His lips turned hungry, moving slow but firm, tasting like mint and nerves. I parted my lips, and his t