Faking It with the Billionaire
I turned to Jenny, keeping my tone light but firm, “not a word about Leon and me. The last thing I need are questions about my ‘mysterious husband.’”
Jenny raised a brow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Fine. But if Claire tries to one-up you, I’m not promising to stay quiet.”
We stepped into the room, the sound of chatter and laughter washing over us. I scanned the crowd, catching sight of familiar faces, before being momentarily taken back by two striking figures near the entrance.
Leon and Claire.
They walked in together, drawing every eye in the room. Leon looked impeccable in a tailored navy suit, while Claire, by his side, wore a stunning amber dress that molded her body like a glove