All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ JAMIEThe plane touched down at JFK with a jolt that sent my heart into my throat. I'd spent the entire flight in the ridiculously comfortable seat next to Simon, pretending I wasn't counting the minutes until we could escape and I could finally breathe.Spoiler: I couldn't breathe. Not when he kept looking at me like that."Stop staring," I muttered, yanking my carry-on from the overhead bin."I'm not staring. I'm admiring." He brushed past me, his chest grazing my back, and grabbed his own bag. "There's a difference.""There really isn't."He just smiled. That infuriating, complicit smile that made me want to kiss him and throw him off a cliff in equal measure.We made our way through the terminal, the familiar chaos of JFK swallowing us whole. I was almost at the baggage carousel when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and nearly dropped it.Mom."Shit," I breathed.Simon glanced over. "Who is it?""My mom." I held the screen up like it was a live grenade."Answer it."

~ JAMIEI was perched on one of those cheap plastic chairs that make your tailbone go numb after five minutes, clutching that folder of paperwork to my chest like it was a goddamn shield. Simon was on the other side of the desk, signing his bail forms like he was closing a merger. His shirt was still stained with blood—Oliver's blood—and there was a raw, red scratch carving a path down his right jaw.The guy looked completely unbothered. Like getting arrested for assault was just another Tuesday meeting."You're all set, Mr. Hart," the officer said, sliding the papers back across the counter. "You're free to go."Simon didn't say thanks. He just grabbed the documents, turned, and walked toward me with that signature swagger I knew way too well by now. He didn't glance at the other cops. Didn't spare a look at the clerks still whispering in the corners. He only looked at me."Let's go," he said, brushing past me like I was a piece of furniture.I got up and followed him out, my heels e

~ JAMIE"Your mother's probably going to check your finger tomorrow, so I figured I'd get something simple… you know, just so we don't blow the lie."I stared at the ring, mouth hanging open like an idiot."But that's… Simon, that's a real diamond. A real, huge diamond that probably costs more than my apartment."He didn't deny it. Just stood there holding the box like it was a business card, completely unfazed by the fact that my brain was currently short-circuiting."Are you going to put it on?"I blinked at him. "You want me to… try it on?""I want you to wear it tomorrow." He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne—that familiar mix of wood and something citrusy that I'd gotten addicted to smelling on my own skin after he left. "My girlfriend needs to look very loved. My fake fiancée. Whatever we're calling this.""Fake fiancée," I repeated, the words sounding strange in my mouth. "Right. That's what we're calling it.""That's what we're calling it."He slid th

~ JAMIEMy head was pounding, my eyes burning, and I was pretty sure I'd gotten maybe three hours of sleep. Tops.I stretched in my office chair, staring at the contract on my screen. The words were starting to blur together like they were written in a language I'd never learned. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my brain had officially clocked out."Rough night?"I jumped so hard I nearly sent my coffee mug flying.Elizabeth was standing in my doorway, arms crossed, expression a perfect mix of amusement and accusation."You look like you went three rounds with a heavyweight champion," she continued, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "And lost.""Good morning to you too, Elizabeth." I rubbed my temples. "What do you want?"She settled into the chair across from my desk, crossing one leg over the other with the kind of ease that said she had nowhere else to be. "I came to drop off the quarterly financial reports, but now I'm way more interested in those bags un

~ JAMIEI stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself.Not even the hot water had managed to cut through the tension in my shoulders. I'd been like this ever since I saw Simon smiling at his phone while texting Abby.And that smile was still fucking with my head.I padded through the living room, still dripping, when the doorbell rang.I pulled the door open and found Simon leaning against the frame, stupidly gorgeous in a gray suit, no tie, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. In his hand, a massive bouquet of pale pink peonies and white roses.I blinked."My mom's going to love those," I managed, my voice coming out breathier than I wanted.Simon's mouth curved into that slow, irritating smile. "Actually, that bouquet is for you. Your mom's bouquet is in the car. But these—" He glanced down at the flowers, then back at me. "These are for you. The peonies reminded me of you."Shit.I took the bouquet, our fingers brushing."Thanks," I said, the word awkward."You're