Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss
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table position I had fallen asleep in. My neck ache
aring at the cracked ceiling
d like a broken record. Did I
myself to sit up. I was doing this for
makeup kept minimal-just enough to look alive. I slipped into a plain white shirt and an ash-grey skirt-one of the few decent
ive minutes left if I wante
n shelf, I rushed to the door. But when I opened it
ll
ammered, my hear
o gamble, get drunk, and bury his problems in white powder. This wouldn't be his first time showing up at o
gruffed, rubbing
eplied quickly, ste
es me
my whole savings yesterday. What
where he is. I kicked his d
arrowed slight
omewhere to be, and I'
brow before licking his lips in that
a warning-or a promise I wanted no
and locked it, chest h
to the main road, a car sped by, splash
but the driver didn't s
Sinclair Tech looking like this. I didn't even have anything clean
set. Finally, I found an old sweater tucked in the back. It wa
hail a cab. But of course, traffic was an absolute nightmare. Car
obstacle at me. One final warning. One last chanc
n't. This was for Mom.
the best impression to make on th
re, and pristine glass everywhere. The receptionist glanced at me an
levator climbed. I adjusted my sweater, took a
cutive conference r
he hadn't a care in the world. Aaron stood by the window, s
n I entered.
is expression shifted for a fraction of a second b
he said, voice
lump in my thr
d a brow. "O
keep my voice steady. "I said
away. I had to tilt my head to look up at him. The scent of his cologne made
speak. J
ll move in by the end of the week. Appearances matter
ck, amused. "So
nts, whatever's necessary. I'll handle the media. You just smile and l
. "Do I get a sa
not quite a smile, more
ds. "Well, this should be fun. S
my chest as I took a s
this. Becoming his
r my m
something more I hadn't f