All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ SIMONMorning came way too fast.I parked the Range Rover, my old-man car, in front of the boys' private school at seven forty-five. Mary was already in the back seat, helping Jack adjust his backpack while Sam tried to convince Lily that dinosaurs still existed somewhere on the planet."They don't anymore, Sam," Lily huffed, crossing her arms. "They all died.""You don't know that.""I do too. My teacher said so.""Your teacher could be wrong.""She can't.""She can.""Enough," I said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "If anyone here becomes a paleontologist, we'll argue about it then. Now, everybody out."The kids spilled out in a whirlwind of backpacks and jackets. Mary followed with a tired smile."I'll walk them to class," she said. "Mrs. Bennett wants to talk to you before the bell.""Great." I ran a hand through my hair. "Let's get this over with."I walked into the main hallway and headed for the academic coordinator's office. The door was open.A blonde woman s

~ JAMIE"Those kids," I said, setting my fork down, "are the daughters of a friend of Simon's who's in the hospital. Yes, he's taking care of them. But since you decided to play investigator, you could've at least done a decent job. Abigail married another man and had those kids with him."The voices around the table went silent."But you know what surprises me?" I said, standing up. "It's not you, Vanessa. You're pathetic. Mean. And jealous."She opened her mouth, but I didn't let her speak."What surprises me most, and disappoints me," I said, my voice lower now, "is all of you."I looked at my aunts, one by one. Even my mother."All of you are scandalized by a lie she just told to question my morals. But when I caught Vanessa in bed with my fiancé, nobody said a word. Nobody defended me. Nobody was even surprised."The silence was deafening."So let me ask you: why do I always have to fight to be respected in this family?" I asked, and my voice cracked. "Like I'm the one in

~ JAMIEMorning light filtered through the penthouse curtains and I woke up with the familiar weight of his arm around my waist.For a moment, I stayed completely still, feeling the heat of his body against my back. The slow, steady rhythm of his breathing against my neck. The way our bodies fit together perfectly, like they were made for it.Shit.The night before, he'd sworn he'd behave. "I'm just going to sleep, Jamie. Word of honor." And I, idiot that I am, believed him.I woke up in the middle of the night with his body pressed against mine, his arm tight around my waist, and something hard and unmistakable against my back. I felt desire climb up my spine like fire, and when I moved, he woke up too."Couldn't help it," he whispered against my ear, voice rough with sleep. "You keep moving.""You're the one holding me."And then he turned me on my side and took me slowly, from behind, with a slowness that made me bite the pillow to stay quiet. Every thrust was deeper than th

~ JAMIEGray Monday light in New York always managed to make me feel more exhausted than I already was.In the bathroom, I turned makeup into armor.Foundation. Concealer. Powder.The bruise on my cheek still showed through all of it, dark at the center, bleeding out toward the edges like a stain I couldn't hide.Still, I kept going.Another layer. Then another.By the time I was done, the bruise had faded into nothing more than a pale shadow beneath my skin.In the elevator, I glanced up without thinking and caught my reflection in the mirror.I looked away immediately.I didn't want to stare long enough to see how tired I really looked.The office was a blur. The hum of computers, the click of heels on marble, the smell of strong coffee hanging in the air. I buried myself in paperwork, reviewing clauses until the words turned into incomprehensible scribbles.Around noon, my desk phone rang. It was Kelly, Simon's assistant."Ms. Collins, Mr. Hart would like to see you in his office.

~ SIMONThe Westbridge Medical Center parking lot was still slick with drizzle when I pulled the Ferrari in at 7:42.Ian, efficient as always, had found out Oliver's surgery was scheduled for nine and gotten my name on the visitors' list.I got past security with a temporary badge and took the elevator up to the third floor. The hallway smelled like antiseptic and stale coffee.A resident on duty appeared in front of me, dark circles under her eyes, a cup in her hand."Sir, you can't be up here. This is a restricted area."I looked at her. Smiled."I'm here to see a friend. Dr. Oliver. Is he in?"The woman studied me for a second. The Armani suit. The watch. The smile I used in meetings with billionaire investors."Of course," she said, her voice softer. "He's resting in the room at the end of the hall.""Thank you. I won't be long."She nodded and disappeared.I walked to the end of the corridor and pushed the door open. It swung in silently.The room was small. An old c