Todos os capítulos de FAKING LOVE: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE -Megan POV"This is an absolute disaster!" Lilly exclaimed dramatically, tossing a glossy magazine onto the coffee table with a flourish.I peered at the lurid cover photo dubiously - a grainy long-lens shot of Chris and I at the cafe the other day. Our body language certainly appeared rather... intimate for a standard business meeting, I had to admit."Serves you right, Megs! First you go blasting that little tease onto Instagram implying all sorts of naughty goings-on. And now they keep tagging this shmuck as your reclusive new boyfriend?"Rolling my eyes, I reached for the offending tabloid, thumbing through it with detached amusement."A 'shmuck,' huh? I wouldn't exactly call Chris that." Despite myself, my gaze lingered a beat too long on one particular photo spread speculating breathlessly about his physique and rumored talents behind closed doors.Lilly's keen eyes missed nothing as they narrowed shrewdly, lips curling into a pleased smile like the cat who'

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE -Megan POVWalking on the street to my penthouse, my phone bussed, and I checked the ID.'My worst Nightmare."It was Lilly.What now? I hope she won't say I have more plans for the day.Taking a deep breath. I picked the call."Megan! Thank God you picked up!" Lilly's voice blared through the speaker before I'd even finished accepting her call.I winced, instinctively holding the phone slightly away from my ear as her frantic tone pierced the tranquil streetside ambiance around me."Easy there, killer. I'm right here, no need to wake the entire neighborhood.""Oh hush, you know how I get when I'm flustered," she retorted without a trace of remorse.This idiot!"Listen, I need you to do me a huge favor, hot stuff. Not as your blazingly gorgeous and put-upon personal assistant, but as your dear friend in crisis mode. Please!"Shifting the laden pet supply tote to my opposite hip.I cradled Smoky's carrier a bit closer and arched an intrigued eyebrow despite Lilly be

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN -Chris's POVBack in the familiarity of my apartment, I found my thoughts inevitably drifting back to that unexpected encounter with Megan at the bookstore.Sinking onto the worn couch, I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head in lingering disbelief."Doing errands for her friend's insatiable bodice-ripper addiction? Really, Megan?"I could easily picture the slight flush gracing her refined features as she admitted to being the one tasked with purchasing those lurid romance novels.A wry grin tugged at my lips. "And here I figured you were one of those literary snobs who turned up their nose at anything without the appropriate intellectual pedigree."Propping my boot-clad feet up on the scarred coffee table, I let my head loll back against the cushions, replaying the unexpected glimpses of warmth and affability Megan had revealed today.She never failed to volley back my teasing remarks with that slightly flustered yet charming spark dancing through her cognac ey

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE -Megan's POVAfter Chris left me amazed, I grabbed Smoky and headed home.Smoky purred contentedly in my arms as I stepped off the elevator into the plush penthouse foyer.Coming home always felt like entering a luxurious sanctuary after a hectic day."Welcome to your new kingdom, pretty girl," I murmured, nuzzling Smoky's silky head.She squirmed eagerly, tiny paws batting at a dangling potted ivy as we passed.Chuckling, I set her down and watched the fluffy kitten immediately scamper off to explore her new territory with typical feline enthusiasm.My lips curved in a fond smile seeing her pounce and roll across the thick ivory rug happily.With Smoky properly distracted, I moved towards the built-in shelves housing my collection of boxing memorabilia and personal mementos.Sobering slightly, I studied the framed photos and well-worn gloves displayed like treasured artifacts from another lifetime.The elderly clerk's advice from earlier today whispered through my

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE -Megan's POVA persistent mewling noise slowly coaxed me out of slumber. Blinking blearily, I registered Smoky batting at my face with an insistent paw."Good morning to you too, little miss," I mumbled, voice still husky with sleep.Smoky simply meowed louder, traipsing across the pillow to nudge against my cheek demandingly. A glance at the bedside clock showed 10:04am in blazing red numbers.Pressing the heels of my palms into my eye sockets, I attempted to shake off the lingering mental fog. Damn, I really had slept in after that late night call with Lilly disturbing my-The bedroom door flew open with a jarring bang, causing Smoky to leap away with an indignant hiss."Good God, you're still entombed?" Jane's nasal voice preceded her sweeping into the room in a billow of floral perfume. She looked equal parts scandalized and vindicated at finding me rumpled amid the twisted sheets.Frowning, I squinted against the harsh stream of hallway light cascading in behin