All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~ JAMIEBy eight fifteen, the training room already smelled like coffee, fresh paper, and anxiety. I stood in front of twelve newly hired attorneys, explaining why a seemingly harmless clause could cost Hart Enterprises millions, when it hit me that for the first time in weeks, nobody in that room was looking at me as Simon Hart's fiancée.They were looking at me as their boss.I liked it."Rule number one," I said, bracing my hands on the table. "Never assume the other side threw a sentence into a contract by accident. If it looks useless, figure out why it's there. Now let's get to the exercise."Ethan, sitting in the front row, raised his hand."And rule number two?""Don't ignore rule number one."A few of them laughed. Ethan too."Noted, boss."I handed out the practical exercise and let them work in pairs. Fifteen minutes later, I was circling between the tables when Ethan called me over."Jamie, I think this attachment contradicts the indemnification clause."I lean

~ CHLOEThe door clicked shut with a soft sound, and the silence of my apartment wrapped around me like a second skin. I let my bag drop to the floor and just stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the day drain from my shoulders.Then I smiled.Not because of the day. The day had been a disaster. Simon hadn't looked at me the way I expected. And when I criticized Jamie openly, he cut me off with a coldness that made one thing very clear: I'd picked the wrong approach.With Simon, cheap seduction wouldn't work. And attacking that smug lawyer would only make him protect her harder.The problem was that I'd been trying to get his attention.And getting Simon Hart's attention meant absolutely nothing. Women had been doing it for years. Short dresses. Low necklines. Blatant invitations. Models, actresses, socialites. Simon could have anyone. And before, he used to take his pick. For one night. Maybe two. Then he forgot.I didn't want to be a woman Simon desired for a few h

~ SIMONJamie came out of the bedroom twenty minutes later in a navy dress, her hair pinned up, wearing the expression of a woman who had already reorganized her entire day in her head.I was leaning against the kitchen counter drinking coffee when she appeared. There was no sign of the destroyed nightgown. Only a faint flush still marked her neck, almost completely hidden by the neckline of her dress.“Don’t make that face,” she said.“What face?”“We’ll talk later. I’m late.”She grabbed an apple and walked off taking a bite, and a moment later the kids started drifting in for breakfast, still half asleep.Chloe arrived a few minutes later carrying a small bouquet of roses. She wore a pale long-sleeved blouse, a modest skirt, and that soft smile that always seemed to appear whenever I looked at her.“Good morning.”Lily was the first to notice the flowers.“Are those roses?”Chloe smiled and held the bouquet out to her.“They’re yours.”Lily went still for a second, as

~ JAMIESimon was waiting in the car when I came down from Hart Enterprises.I got in the passenger seat and barely set my bag at my feet before his hand landed on my thigh."Come here."He pulled me in by the back of my neck, kissed me slow and deep, and only then started the car."Now we can go."I smiled."Were you waiting for that?""All day."He squeezed my thigh and pulled into Manhattan traffic."Now you're all mine.""I started planning the wedding today," I said.The hand on my leg stopped.He turned his head immediately."You started?"The satisfaction in his voice made me laugh."Don't make that face."He smiled, and his thumb started moving again over my knee."What'd you look at?""Venues. And I found out that getting married in New York requires planning, patience, and probably a deal with the devil.""I can handle the last two.""You don't have patience.""Then I'll take the devil."I laughed, and Simon squeezed my thigh."Count me in."I turned

~ JAMIEWhen we got back to the apartment, the first thing I did was take a long shower.I stayed under the hot water long enough to wash the day off my body and, more importantly, clear my head. When I got out, I put on something comfortable, tied my still-damp hair back, and went down to the kitchen determined to do something perfectly normal.Cook.It seemed like a much better idea before I started.By six forty, there was a pot on the stove, another in the sink, way too much garlic on the cutting board, and I was staring at a piece of salmon like it had personally offended me.Sylvia had been cooking for Simon for years. She was efficient, discreet, and capable of producing dinner for ten without leaving a single spoon out of place.I had decided, for some reason, that I wanted to cook.Maybe because that apartment was starting to feel like my home too.Maybe because I wanted to do something ordinary.Not have someone else handle it.Just make dinner.The elevator door