The playboy billionaire needs a wife to secure his inheritance. His PA needs money to secure her brother's future. What better way for both than to pretend marriage? Except for one small problem: the heart wants what it wants!
View More|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||I stood at the reception, just staring at nothing for a good two minutes, thinking about what my stupid grandfather had come up with to make sure that I settled down.He went too low, even for him, with this."Do you have a reservation?" A pear-faced woman with eyes so wide apart that she looked like a fish, asked me as she approached me.I raised a brow at her. "Do I?" I asked her instead.Her fish eyes blinked rapidly. "Under what name, sir?""Maybe you should find out." I smirked, watching the confusion in her face.If Sterling was here, she would have given me a disapproving look and made some smartass comment about how not everyone knew who I was.I shook my head to clear my thoughts.Well, Sterling was NOT here. And she should not be here because I was here to have lunch with my girlfriend.Girlfriend.Why the hell was I thinking about my average-looking... okay, maybe above average-looking PA when I was here to wine and dine my supermod
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||"Tell me if you want more, Riv!" Wilma, the housekeeper grinned at me as she placed the tea and chocolate chip cookies in front of me. I had to force myself to act like an adult and not bounce up and down right there on the couch because well, the King's baker was a world class baker and it showed in his food. I gave her a grin. "When have I ever shied away from these cookies, Wilm?"Her laughter filled the room as she walked back into the kitchen.I picked one up, letting the warmth spread through me.I munched on my cookie, making sure I sounded obnoxious enough to grate on Edward's nerves. “You married, Edward?” I asked. I really wanted to know who the unlucky woman - or man - was. “Blissfully married with four children.” I had to double take at the fact that he had actually replied. Usually he treated me like the gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. “Must be nice.” I said. “You wouldn't know.” He replied. Duh, I am not married yet.
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||"Who do you work for, Henry?" I punched at the headrest of the driver's seat."Your grandfather, Mr. King." Henry replied, making my eye twitch. It was something I had subconsciously picked up from my PA, and it refused to go away."All of you, every single one of you, are plotting against me!" I growled as I pushed the door open, stepping out into the afternoon sun."Plotting your downfall?" Sterling asked as she looked over from the other side of the car. "Not really. But plotting your murder? Maybe."I sighed and gave her a sarcastic smile. "I will be sure to leave a note on who to doubt in the case of my untimely demise."Sterling returned the smile with equal sass and turned to the stairs leading to the mansion.My eyes lingered on those scandalizing ass as she climbed up the stairs, swinging her hips with not a care in the world.Sterling was different. She didn't dress up or tried to kiss up to me.I remembered a time when she was terri
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||I flinched when I heard something being broken inside that stupid CEO's office.I sighed as I contemplated if I wanted to walk in on their row right now.The PR team had fucked up some promo and my Neanderthalic boss, who had absolutely no control over his temper, was throwing a fit.I did not want to be a part of that shitshow.The intercom crackled to life.So much for that wish."Sterling, in my office."I wetted my lip as I got up, the Satan's voice making my hair stand up on ends."Yes, Mr. King."Ugh, why did rich assholes have to have such fancy names as well?He was more of a Mr. Dixon than a Mr. King.I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and walked to the oak double doors, pushing it open.I hissed at the battered laptop which lay right in front of my feet.My brother, at college, was struggling to get his seven-year-old hand-me-down laptop fixed and here, my boss had just flung a brand new MacBook across the office. Again."Ever hea
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||I flinched when I heard something being broken inside that stupid CEO's office.I sighed as I contemplated if I wanted to walk in on their row right now.The PR team had fucked up some promo and my Neanderthalic boss, who had absolutely no control over his temper, was throwing a fit.I did not want to be a part of that shitshow.The intercom crackled to life.So much for that wish."Sterling, in my office."I wetted my lip as I got up, the Satan's voice making my hair stand up on ends."Yes, Mr. King."Ugh, why did rich assholes have to have such fancy names as well?He was more of a Mr. Dixon than a Mr. King.I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and walked to the oak double doors, pushing it open.I hissed at the battered laptop which lay right in front of my feet.My brother, at college, was struggling to get his seven-year-old hand-me-down laptop fixed and here, my boss had just flung a brand new MacBook across the office. Again."Ever hea
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