Love, Lies, and Spies
she asked, a mocking smile curling at her lips, as though she already knew the answer but wanted to hear me squirm.
What was this?
It was the fake marriage contract Colin had me sign.
What the hell was he thinking, leaving something that sensitive just sitting on his computer?
"Mrs. Booth, I can explain!"
"You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives