The Cost of a Crash: The Billionaire's Pretend Wife

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looked back. If I didn't, he wouldn't ha

tupid mistake. "Where are you taking me?" I as

ere do you stay?" He asked. Of all the questi

r, pretending not to hear what he j

drop you off"

. I didn't notice he had that until now. It was mesmerizing. "I'm sorry, but I can walk. You don't need

as well get started now". We continued wal

ife? What does he mean by t

". He said, his voice felt sweet to my ears. I stared at the interior, clea

gaze met mine right after I smiled and slid in with m

r life. We had several eye contacts as we were waiting for wh

same hands that could carry me anywhere without struggle. His sharp jaw, which was what first made me find him attractive, and t

an he was, where he grew up, and ho

t weren't for the contract. I wasn't the

that mattere

he car. I studied his every move carefully, like a damn detective

said, noddi

by accident. I gasped. My hands remained there for second

d like that, this wou

ow, he didn't move. And he didn't flinch. He

y hands off quickly and apologized. "Oh my God, I'm– I'm so sorry." I s

Don't worry"

ed to be studied. He was acting way too nice, like he wasn't the same man who asked me to get him a new

ast irritation, bu

omewhere, quietly. "You live here?"

staying with her. You know her already". I said

at answer. "Oh, the one who challeng

ng like that, I promise. S

t me guess, that's for Tiffany."

efly, my heart pounding, as I had never been in his presence before. But his questions

instantly, "I h

ips. I tapped the seat twice to snap him out o

. My body felt like I could breathe again. It felt like I was alive again..

. I said sarcastically. His eyes lingered all over me. The kind of ey

mble. "Bye, Mr. Darius". I sm

way before stepping inside. I found Tiffa

asked for". I moved to the

r front yard. Did someone g

ened. "What? A car? Nope. I doubt it. No

ly, with a death stare. "No

pizza". I commanded, like I was her mother. I took the pizz

bject. I wasn't in the mood to start talk

ggishly. She took a slice and bit into it. "Hmm

t's my favorite

for a while. I was relieved that she had forgotten

Tiffany to her room because she told me she couldn't feel her legs. All I

stared at the ceiling, legs against the wall

ng. Something was bothering me. And it neede

d now he had already given me two days to think this over. This was a lifetime comm

rified me the more I thought about it. What about my

ave asked f

a text. I reached for my phone and saw that it

ould be. I certainly had everything. I was still trying t

h fear. It wa