Fake Marriage To The Undercover Boss

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nded clothing with obvious distaste. He tapped the scree

stantly, handing the

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waiter. "And I will take the Wagyu ribeye, medium r

nodded an

enu had been. Her fingers curled into fists u

t us get this over with. What is your annual salar

ike physical blows.

keeping her voice level. "I thought we might talk

n a Manhattan penthouse. I drive a Porsche. I need to know if you are a lia

rush to her face. The

her reaction. "If we get married, you will need to quit your

ide of her cheek caught between her teeth.

Emaline said. Her voice

d your background, you are not exactly a prime asset. But if you are willi

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from her lap and threw it o

ve man I have ever met," Emaline sa

The smugness vanished, r

reatened, his voice dropping to a vicious hiss

She grabbed her

han spend another second br

heel and marched

ooth, a low, rumbling chuckl

ped her head

whiskey. His dark, piercing eyes were locked on her. The

lass to her in

n his gaze made her skin prickle. She broke eye contact, her hea

ur salad!" Chadwick bellowed

h her hand on the

ll, and slammed it onto a passing waiter's tray. She pushed th

hit her fac

nt. Her chest heaved. The adrenaline crashed, leaving h

her pocket, needing to

up with a new

department. Her father's next t

om her numb fingers,

r throat, raw and ugly. She covered her mouth

ant door cl

the freezing temperature. He stood alone, his posture perfectly straight, blending into the shadows of the awn

he let out a slow, measured breath. His dark eyes scanned th

with the back of her sleeve, completely unaware

y as he observed her shaking shoulders. He shoved his hands into t

two feet aw

tly better than my date," his deep voice

ound. Her eyes were wide,

led a pristine white handkerchief fr

. "Or do you plan to keep crying