The CEO's Fake Girlfriend

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ently. I couldn't help but revel in the softnes

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ped her han

he money, and I need you to take me to that new club I told you

w down. I don't even kno

ss against me, her eyes sparkling. "Girl, you

caviar to some pervy billionaire all nig

our makeup right. If you're working a

myself in our bathroom mirror, barel

, synched waist catching my every curve with tiny se

volved hours of walking around. My hair was pinned up

aid from the doorway. "Like, be

lver stud earrings, the only jewelry I owned that didn't loo

with a text. The

anything wei

fine

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e driver opened the door with a slight bow. I slid into the backseat,

other workers?" I ask

s Sterling

n, not Brooklyn where most of my gigs usually happened. The third was when the driver didn't take the s

ssed, since I recognized some-stepped out of

king as the car stopped. "I'm staff. I sho

d. "These were my instr

door opened from the outside. A han

nto the red carpet, camera

la! Ove

didn't you arri

making such scandalous ac

forward, through the doors and into an enormous ballroom glittering with chandeliers a

ck dress. The servers passing trays wore crisp white uniforms with an embroidered hotel logo. Everyt

ob. I'd been...

small handbag that clearly screamed "didn't belong here." A text

y gossip she was obsessing over cou

nd ring, but the voice tha

on't be he

ls down my spine. I knew that voice. I'd heard it from videos

ce behind me, and

nd landed close to where the open back of my dress ended. The light pressure of his fingers against my bar

mell that reminded me of fresh lavender this time. My hands went numb, fingers tingli

d see the flawless stitching on his tuxedo lapel,

rd, the curve of his ear. He was beautiful in that cold, dangerous way that expensive things often were.

on, just a tiny lift at

aming. Surely I am not standing there, in thi

a gentleness you wouldn't expect from someone like him. The contrast between tha

ou doing?" I ma

cafeteria, did you?" His voice was low, hand sliding

his, the rich fabric of his suit cool against my bare skin. He was so tall, I had to tilt my head ba

g I felt was hi

mouth

ayes was k

member how to function. I should have pushed him away, kneed his balls, done an

ing nor retreating. I was caught in some bizarre limbo where all I could think was: the man I am s

me, his eyes had darkened to a deep caramel. His th

ing," he said, voice surprisingly st

finish what