All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ JAMIEWe didn't stay much longer after that.My mother was already planning our imaginary wedding in her head, and my father was on his third bottle of wine, telling the same story about his first car for the third time."I think it's time we head out," Simon said, rising from his chair with that easy charm. "Jamie and I have an early meeting tomorrow with some Chinese investors."My mother practically swooned. "Of course, of course."The night air hit my face as we walked to Simon's car, and I finally felt like I could breathe again. My mother's lasagna sat heavy in my stomach, along with the weight of all those hopeful looks she'd thrown Simon's way when she thought I wasn't paying attention.Simon opened my door with that annoyingly charming ease, and I slid into the leather seat without a word. The engine purred to life, and we pulled away from my childhood home.The car stopped at a red light, and Simon's phone buzzed against the center console. He picked it up, glanced

~ SIMONHer body trembled under my fingers, and I felt every single contraction, every uneven breath slipping past her parted lips. The presentation kept going on stage, lights dancing over the audience, and there we were—tucked away in the shadows, pretending we were just two professionals watching a meeting.But I knew she was about to come apart.And I wanted her to come apart."Simon..." She whispered my name like a plea, eyes closed, hands gripping the sides of her dress."You want me to stop?"She shook her head, a low moan escaping her throat.I pressed my fingers harder against her clit, slow and precise, and felt her body arch into my hand. She was so close. So fucking close."Jamie," I murmured against her ear. "Look at me."She opened her eyes, and what I saw there made me forget where we were. Desire, yeah. But there was something else. Something she didn't want me to see.I pulled my hand out from under her dress."Go to my office."She blinked, confused, her

~ SIMONWhen I finally carried her inside, her head still resting on my shoulder, I laid her down on the guest room bed and pulled the covers over her.I could have walked away. Should have gone to my own room.Instead, I sat on the edge of the mattress and watched her sleep, my thumb tracing a lazy path over her knuckles.Tomorrow, I'd go to Abby's party with my fake girlfriend.But tonight, in the dark silence of my penthouse, I was starting to suspect that the woman sleeping in the guest room meant a hell of a lot more to me than any lie could explain.***The next afternoon, I parked in front of Abby's house in Brooklyn with Jamie beside me. Her hand was already on the door handle, like she was about to bolt at any second."Relax," I killed the engine. "It's just a kid's party.""I am relaxed." She shot me a look. "You're the one about to see the woman you've been pining over for fifteen years. I'm just here for emotional support.""Pining?" I laughed, but it came out wron

~ SIMONThe silence in the car was so thick I could hear the hum of the tires against the asphalt.Jamie was curled up in the passenger seat, her face turned toward the window, her fingers laced together in her lap. She hadn't said a word since we left Abby's place."You're too quiet." I kept my eyes on the road. "What's going on?"She shrugged, the gesture too small to be convincing."Nothing. Just thinking.""About what?""The party." She finally turned to face me. "Abby.""What about her?""Nothing." Her voice was too neutral, too controlled. "She just... seems really interested in you, Simon."I let out a short laugh. "She's not interested in me. She's just being polite.""Polite?" Jamie raised an eyebrow. "She basically declared she still has feelings for you.""That was Lily who said that. Not Abby." I shook my head. "Kids exaggerate. Make things up. You know how it is.""I'm not talking about Lily."I turned my head to look at her, and for a second I completely for

~ JAMIEMy entire body froze. The air stopped in my lungs, and for a moment—just one moment—I couldn't believe what I'd done.The red mark was already blooming on his cheek."Simon, I—" My voice came out shaky, fractured. "Oh my God, Simon. I didn't mean to—"He didn't say anything. Just stood there, motionless, his hand still hovering where my slap had landed, those dark blue eyes unreadable."I'm sorry." The word came out a whisper. "I'm not okay. I'm not—"I turned and ran.I didn't look back. Through the roof door, down the stairs, past the empty hallway, into the elevator, hit the lobby button, and breathed like I'd just survived drowning.What did I do?I spent the rest of the week in survival mode.Came in early, left late, hid behind stacks of documents and endless meetings. Avoided the hallways I knew he used. Asked Kelly to deliver the reports. If I saw Simon in the corridor, I turned the other way before he could spot me.He tried. I saw it.One morning, he show