Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

WINNIEIt’s been almost a month since Archer and I got married, and it’s been the most chaotic month of my life. People were mildly interested in me when I attended events for my family. I was a socialite; if there weren’t a lot of famous people there, then the press would ask me questions.Everything changed the moment Archer and I announced we were married.Suddenly, everyone cared about me—about us. Our pictures were everywhere, our interview was being shown all over TV. They’ve called us the modern-day version of Romeo and Juliet, making the past month a whirlwind.Luckily, Archer doesn’t seem too eager to go to every event we’re invited to. We’ve attended some to keep up appearances as husband and wife, but it’s our quiet mornings that I look forward to the most.Archer is already my husband, but through the fake kisses and the small, private conversations, he’s started to become a friend—a companion. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it.Maybe that’s why I find mys

“Me?” Her voice cracks.My hands slide down the door slightly, now lining up on either side of her face. “Yes, you, Winnie.” My fingers brush her temple. “You’re in my head, and I hate it.”Her eyes go wide. “I am?”I nod, keeping my fingers pressed to her skin, even though I know I shouldn’t. My thumb skirts over her cheek. She leans into my touch, making my heartbeat intensify.“I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous in my life. Why would I need to be? I get anything and everything I want.” My fingers drift to her neck. Watching her react to my touch does nothing to stop me from doing something I know I shouldn’t. “But today…fuck, Winnie, I was jealous when any of the men here simply glanced at you.”With my fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, I use my other hand to grip her chin so I can tip her head up to look at me. “It’s been almost a month of pure torture being married to you. Each day has become more and more unbearable because all I want to do is…” I let my words fall

ARCHER“Do you have any plans this weekend?” Winnie asks me during our typical morning walk.It’s Friday, and I surprisingly didn’t have any meetings I had to rush to, so we’ve been leisurely strolling Central Park, even stopping to grab coffees to stay warm in the late November cold.I look over at her, trying not to focus on how adorable she looks in a pair of puffy earmuffs. Never did I think that thought would cross my mind about anybody, but it’s something that’s crossed it multiple times this morning since she met me downstairs for our walk.“You mean, do we have any plans this weekend?” I respond, knowing it’d be better for me to put distance between us, considering she’s done nothing to show me that she’s wanting to talk about the little rule I’ve put in place for us. Meanwhile, all I’ve thought about in the last week was kissing her again, tasting her little moans as my hands explored her body.“There’s kind of a lull since we already had Thanksgiving, but all of the Christma

“You’ve done a great job,” I tell her, looking at how beautifully decorated the room is. It seems like she’s done different themes for the different rooms, and I like that. It brings character to each unique space. “I don’t know if you need my help.”She rolls her eyes, running her hand along a folded quilt at the end of the bed. “I’d still love your opinion on things. The room Camden and Pippa will be staying in seems boring to me. And don’t even get me started on the pool house once the renovations are over.”I nod, laughing at her. We used to go to flea markets together while in college to give us something to do on the weekends. She always told me one day I’d have to help her decorate a house. Turns out, she has multiple houses to decorate, but I still don’t think she needs my help. “Shopping trip soon?” I ask her, already looking forward to it. Margo and I haven’t spent much time together since she got married, but I’d love a day with her soon. We’ll ask Emma, but she always tell

“Winnie,” Archer groans.My eyes widen. There’s no mistaking it this time. He definitely said my name.I slowly lean into the bathroom. Due to the layout of the room, I can’t see into the shower. There’s a wall that blocks him from my view, but it doesn’t block the sound. He grunts, and it makes my heart speed up.Not knowing what’s come over me, I take one step into the bathroom. My heart slams against my chest in anticipation. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I just want one little peek. What is he doing? Why is he saying my name?I take another step in, making sure I tiptoe as softly as I can. Leaning forward, I look in the mirror to see if I can see him at all.My entire body flushes because I can see him perfectly. I can see all of him.I catch my breath as I find his back to me, his body turned at a slight angle, giving me a view of every muscular inch of him. He braces his body up with one hand against the shower wall. My eyes travel down his muscular back, marveling at th