A Game Of Deceit with the Billionaire
"You said you were going to warm my bed last night."
"Who is she?" Arnold asked, not sounding the least pleased.
"I'm his fiance," I answered, smiling at him.
"She's no one, she is one of my fans who have been throwing herself at me." Sheldon snapped, pushing me from his body.
I stiffened and my face contorted. He had denied me yet again.
"Sheldon?" My voice shook as tears brimmed in my eyes, fogging my vision. "I am throwing myself at you?"
"She's just puppy love. Run along now." He waved dismissively at me and waved to a table, saying to Mr. Arnold, "Shall we discuss over there?"
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