All Chapters of Fake Dating the Hollywood Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ronan's pov This was exactly what I tried preventing.I could not stand that Sarra was annoyed with me. God…I couldn't stand the look of irritation on her beautiful face."Sarra, please—" I started, but she was already moving, heading toward the guest bedroom where she'd been staying."Don't," she said, her voice tight. "Just… don't."I followed her, watching as she yanked open the closet and grabbed her duffel bag. "You're leaving?""What did you think I'd do?" She threw a shirt into the bag without folding it. "Sit here and pretend I didn't just see that?""It wasn't what it looked like," I said, pulling out my phone. "Here, look—"She glanced at the screen where I'd opened my texts with Lexi. The ones from that day, the ones where I'd told her to back off, where I'd made it clear nothing was happening between us."See?" I said. "She kissed me. I pushed her away."Sarra's jaw tightened. She grabbed another shirt, then her jeans. "So what? You want a medal?""No, I want you to belie

Sarra's POVI woke up to an empty bed.The sheets beside me were cool, which meant Ronan had been gone for a while. I sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache in my shoulder and the pleasant soreness between my legs.Last night came rushing back. I pressed my face into the pillow that still smelled like him and groaned. What was I doing?Voices drifted up from downstairs. I grabbed one of Ronan's shirts from the floor and pulled it on, then padded quietly to the bedroom door."I know what the optics look like," Ronan was saying. His voice sounded tired. "But we need to spin this before it gets worse."I froze at the top of the stairs."The photo makes you look like a cheater," a woman's voice replied. Lexi. Of course it was Lexi. "We need a statement that clarifies the timeline. Maybe say you and Sarra had a brief break—""We didn't have a break," Ronan cut in. “You kissed me out of the blue!”"Then we say the photo was taken out of context. That it was a friendly goodbye between exes.

Sarra's POVI pressed the phone to my ear and walked down the stairs, putting distance between Ronan and this conversation."Mom, I'm fine," I said, stepping into the living room. "I know what the articles are saying, but it's not like that.""Sweetheart, you were shot. And now there are photos of Ronan kissing another woman. I'm worried about you.""I know. I promise I'm okay. Can I call you back later? I'm in the middle of something.""Of course. But Sarra? Come home if you need to. Your room is always here.""Thanks, Mom. I love you."I hung up and stared at the screen. Three missed calls from an unknown number. My thumb hovered over the voicemail icon when the phone rang again.Same unknown number.I almost declined it, but curiosity won. "Hello?""Sarra." Ethan's voice came through, low and urgent. "Don't hang up."My stomach twisted. "How did you get this number?""That doesn't matter. I needed to talk to you.""We have nothing to talk about.""Please," he said. "Just give me fi

Ronan's POVThat weekend…I couldn't stop smiling.The convertible hummed along the coastal highway, top down, sun beating on my shoulders. Sarra sat in the passenger seat wearing oversized sunglasses and one of my old band T-shirts, her hair whipping in the wind.She'd actually said yes.After everything she'd agreed to come to Mexico with me for the weekend. "You're staring again," she said without looking at me."I can't help it.""Keep your eyes on the road, Vale."I grinned and shifted gears, the engine roaring as we took a curve. "Are you nervous?""About the weekend? Or about your driving?""Both."She finally looked at me, pushing her sunglasses up. "Maybe a little.""Which one?""Definitely your driving." But she was smiling.The highway stretched ahead, empty and perfect. On our left, the ocean sparkled like broken glass. On our right, rocky cliffs rose up, dotted with wildflowers. It was the kind of view that belonged on a postcard."How much longer?" she asked."Another ho

Ronan's POVI woke up to the smell of salt air and coffee.Sarra wasn't in bed. I sat up, squinting at the bright sunlight streaming through the open terrace doors. The sheets beside me were cool, which meant she'd been up for a while.I found her on the terrace, sitting cross-legged on a lounge chair with a mug in her hands. She wore one of my T-shirts and nothing else, her hair messy from sleep and ocean wind."Morning," I said, leaning against the doorframe.She looked up and smiled. "Morning. I made coffee.""I can see that." I walked over and kissed the top of her head. "How long have you been up?""An hour maybe? I couldn't sleep." She gestured at the ocean. "It's too beautiful out here."I sat down beside her, stealing her mug for a sip. "What's the plan today?""I don't know. What do people do in paradise?""Absolutely nothing," I said. "That's the point."She laughed. "That sounds perfect, actually."We sat there for a while, passing the coffee back and forth. The ocean was c