FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND

IE'S

t I'd never have to see again, was going to be on the same boat cruise as me. For two weeks. Two

will be a nightma

lly, like she had no idea what it would do to me: well she didn't . Charles Brown!

g my mind, imagining things, counting down the days. It was supposed to be about freedom, about leaving a

freakin

ince anyone he was the nicest guy in the room. And maybe I fell for it because I was young and stupid, too

eautiful, stroke my hair, tell me how lucky he was. But that wasn't love. No, it w

him. I let

h. He kept saying we were building something, trying to "be better." Be better my ass. W

. I never liked going, never felt comfortable being stared at like I was some kind of prize. But Charles?

like. I wasn't stupid. My long, dark hair, my curves, and the way my skin seemed to glow no matter

hen I started noticing the way his eyes flickered around the room after he said it. Like he wasn't saying it because he meant it,

ng with it. Bec

t a

they looked on me. I'd smile and laugh at all the right moments, even when I felt out of place. I wanted us

d you to help me get where I'm goin

ition. People started knowing his name, and the moment he had it a

heard his little plans while he was on the phone. One of those late-night calls he thought I wasn't listenin

It was the fact that I had been so damn blind. How could I have been so stupid? He was never planning on staying

his face. He tried to lie, tried to backtrack.

complicated,

me feel like I wasn't enough, like I was just some stepping stone for him to

til

gs got awkward. And knowing Charles, things would get awkward. He wasn't the type to just let things lie. No, he'd come up to

the times for him to show up, it had to be during my cruise. This was supposed to be my

s I supposed to handle seeing him every day, knowing what he'd done? Knowing how he made me fe

could pretend Charl

n that. He'd find

nic. This was supposed to be my time. I wasn't going to l

of wondering what he was thinking, what he was p

he really