Billionaire Fake Husband
Just occasions like when I’m bored, sitting at my desk, and have a few extra minutes to think about things.
“This might sound strange,” Leon says, his voice low, so low. So no one else can hear. “I need you to legitimately marry me, but the marriage itself would be fake.”
I nearly fall off my chair.Holy freaking farge, what?“I—uh—marriage?” The word explodes out there between us, and I say it like I’m asking who cooked sardines in the staff lunchroom microwave, let them explode, and then left that mess for me to find and clean up. Nothing puts me in a worse mood than baked-on sardine explosions.
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