Being CEO's Fake Fiancée
I turn to leave, silently placing the bottled water and aspirin on the nightstand, only to be stopped by the girl's groan.
"The hell? Where am I?" She asks, sitting up straight and rubbing her left eye, in a low raspy voice. I try to ignore the way her hazel eyes penetrate my skin, erecting a few goosebumps here and there as they travel around the room before landing on my bare chest. Behind her intense stare is some unease.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I say, raising my lips in a lopsided smile as my eyes scan the outline of her body. "There's no need to stare at me, princess; I have a cardboard cutout in my bedroom that you can have when you're leaving."
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