Alpha Santa
“That’s what I said.”
I blink rapidly, struggling to make sense of his words. “This isn’t real,” I say, dismissing his statement. “This is just a fake relationship. You’ll be my fake husband. I think you’re perfect for the role, so don’t get confused. My parents will love how you look, and honestly, your appearance more than makes up for your… circumstances,” I finish, alluding to his poverty.
His lips curl into a smirk, but there’s something unreadable in his eyes. I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Does he think I’m crazy for asking him to be my fake husband?
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