BILLIONAIRE'S FAKE FIANCÉE
I kiss her again deeper, slower, letting the moment stretch.
The city lights spill across the room behind her, framing her in gold and shadow.
And somewhere between her quiet sighs and the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, I realize something dangerous:
This isn’t just desire, It’s attachment.
The kind that complicates everything.
Eventually, I pull back just enough to look at her.
Her hair is slightly messy and her lips flushed, her eyes are warm and searching.
“You understand,” I say quietly, “that once this line is crossed, it changes things.”
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