Do You Really Love Me

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Jessica C. Dolan

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

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James's POV

Hey, my name is James Taylor and I am a genius. I had an intellect way past my age group capable of doing college graduate-level studies before I even entered middle school. I spent most of my time working on inventions such as artificial intelligence. Over the summer I had spent many sleepless nights trying to get the darn thing to work. Even down to the last night of the break, I stayed up still trying to fix flaws I had found from the previous night which led me to try sleeping in. Of course, that wasn't likely to happen as my mother wouldn't allow it

"James!!" My mom yelled from downstairs. Too tired to even answer I just looked in my closet and slowly reached for the clothes I had prepared the previous night

"Hurry up!! You're going to be late" my mom yelled but I just continued to slowly put on my clothes letting out many exhausted yawns

"Finally. I was just about to come up there and drag you out myself" Mom said as I lazily drew out the kitchen chair

"Sorry, mom. I was up late trying to get my invention to work. I barely got any sleep" I yawned as I took a seat, and started eating my breakfast

"I told you to stop working on your inventions so late into the night." she nagged

"I know but I was so close to finishing it. I swear I almost got it working. So I told myself what's another five minutes. But then five minutes turned to thirty minutes, and that became five hours and by that point, it was already too late to go to sleep" I tried explaining but she only sighed

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Just hurry up and eat your breakfast"

"Okay" I smiled

"Oh by the way James, your father and I won't be here when you get home today okay," Mom said

"Why not? Where is Dad?" I asked only just noticing he wasn't at the table

"Your dad's gonna be out of town for a management meeting and I'm working late at the shop," she said

"Another management meeting? Again? Isn't the company doing this a bit too frequently? I feel like I barely get to see Dad these days"

"James it's not your father's fault. He's up for another promotion so he's really busy. We just have to bear with it" she said as if she were trying to convince herself

"I know Mom, I'm just making an observation. By the way, what am I supposed to eat for dinner? Surely you aren't expecting me to cook?" I asked

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