The CEO's Fake Girlfriend

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ed this

front door. I hated that the security system recognized my face, granting me

blend of expensive cigars, wood polish, and

bably couldn't name if asked. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced my breathing

silently the moment m

. His long, messy hair fell over his sharp cheekbones, framing those ey

od by the window, giving me tha

er, her flawless beauty and sleek p

ill not looking up, his voice c

e both knew I had timed that

es finally looked

red myself into the chair across from him, spine straight, hands casu

long moment, then flick

il her hand connected with my cheek. It stung sharp and hot, and

re shock of it, but I blinked them back. I wouldn't give them t

?" I managed, even

w, which was always worse than when he shou

s attention

acted without permission, witho

g's been harassing women for mo

I've spent months laying groundwork, creating the perfect opportunity to place you in Lucien'

lms. "It worked, didn't it? Every

round check. You just made him suspicious of you! You're a tool,

m not

ce rising for the first time. "Or have you forgotten o

p. How could I ever forget the ni

en't for

erous softness. "Because I see so much hate in your eyes, C

nging cheek, almost tender. "But without me, you'd have nothing. You'd be rotting in prison. And if you ever

. "Leave Maya and E

ack, clearly satisfied. "I'll contac

. Something in her eyes

I knew that woman was just as

with my chin high. I didn't give them my tears, didn

chest-for Ronan, for Miss Grey, for my own

all of this. The man I was going to

ng at the peeling paint on our ceiling, wishing the

uch where I had collapsed after returning from Ronan's. I had

e said, tossing me a clean

a weak smi

I wiped last night's makeup from my face,

ou like this," Maya said over the vacuu

brilliant ideas

g on the vacuum handl

changed confused glances. We never got

ek black box tied with a silver ribbon. "What

paper, was the most gorgeo

aya whispered. "

a card or a note,

istake," I muttered,

n called to check if I was okay. If he was texting on a Saturday morning, it was more likely he had a job for me, and less likely to ch

ar the dress, and a car will come for you at 6. Y