Falling For My Fake Fiancee
“You’d be selling a story, not yourself. You already do that, don’t you?”
The arrogance in his voice should’ve made me walk out. But instead, I found myself saying, “If I even considered this, I’d have conditions.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“I don’t live with you.”
“That defeats the purpose.”
“I don’t share a bed with you.”
“Tempting as that sounds, agreed.”
“And if I decide you’re unbearable, I walk.”
His eyes gleamed. “I’m always unbearable. You’ll have to learn tolerance.”
The man was impossible. Infuriating. And yet… fascinating in a way I couldn’t quite explain.
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