JESSICA'S POV.I walked into the hall hand in hand with Daniel, feeling both excited and nervous. Since I had never been to a high-profile event like this before, I was eager to make a good impression on Daniel's colleagues and clients and not make it too obvious I was feeling out of place. As we made our way to our table, I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious in my(now that I thought of it) underdressed attire, but Daniel reassured me that I looked okay by squeezing my hand. It was like he could read my mind.After greeting some standing guests, we sat down at our table, which was filled with classy looking business professionals. Daniel introduced me to everyone, and I tried my best to remember each name. We started with small talk, discussing the weather and the latest news in the industry. Then, the waitstaff arrived with our dinner which in my opinion looked inedible. "What's up with your face?" Daniel's voice in my ear, made me jump in my seat. I looked around and saw t
DANIEL'S POV.That was it! I had to stop having dreams about Jessica. I woke up with yet another raging boner and a splitting headache which was the worst feeling ever. This time around my brain had gone so wild and conjured a fantasy of Jessica and I fooling around on my couch. In the dream Jessica had been so fucking radiant it was painful. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders while I kissed her neck and her lips—full, pink and delicious. How messed up was it on a scale of ten to be having dreams about your soon to be contract wife? A fucking ten I'm sure, but my brain obviously wasn't getting the memo. I got up from the bed and sprinted to the shower with a new thought in my head. How was I supposed to survive five years of marriage with this woman when I couldn't even stop dreaming about her? As I added my super expensive shampoo to my hair, my mind went to Jessica and the cheap shampoo I always smelt from her hair and a weird feeling of guilt passed through me. Next I was
JESSICA'S POV.After Daniel's speech at the gala I'd been thinking all sorts of things. First, I strangely kept playing the scene were he stood up for me over and over again and it was making me smile every single time. Second, I kept wondering how it would've been to actually be Daniel's woman. Would he be nice and supporting like he was yesterday? Was he the soft loving, gentle type, or a rough and possessive lover? All those thoughts were so inappropriate, it was driving me crazy. I wondered what Daniel would've done if he found out I was entertaining such thoughts.He'd have probably cut the whole deal off and sent me packing, I guessed. Having to leave Daniel was my worst nightmare currently. He was the only thing I had right now, literally. I ate from him, lived off him, got paid by him and even got two expensive dresses I'd have never dreamt of owning from him—he was practically my guardian at this point. That was why I wanted nothing to come in the way of that. How would I ha
DANIEL'S POV.I had no idea why I was being a jerk to the wedding planner. It wasn't like he was actually trying to flirt with Jessica—from what I saw Jessica was the one attracted to him—and even if he was it was none of my business. No it was my business. What would the man have thought if the bride was flitting with him when her soon to be groom was sitting right there? He'd have probably sold the news to the first gossip blog that he could find. I could even picture the headline. Greg was talking with Jessica about other wedding stuff while I started to think about what she'd said earlier. Was this alliance really her worst nightmare? It was mine too so, yes. And had I been acting like a jerk so much that she was frustrated? I definitely had been. It was when I felt a tap on my shoulder from Jessica that I realised Greg had been talking to me. "Huh, what?" I asked like a dumb fool.I could see from his expression that he was pissed. "I asked when you'd like to do the dress fit
JESSICA'S POV.I woke up early the next day, feeling a little giddy and nervous at the same time. Today, Daniel and I would be going wedding dress shopping. Usually in the movies, the female lead would be so happy and excited—maybe chatting about how great her fiancee was while one of her best friends painted her nails. But mine was far from that. My best friend—although fully now in support of the contract wedding—had made it obvious she was only going to be available for the wedding. Though her reason was very much valid—with her Mum's business being mostly solely handled by her, her brothers surgery which was miraculously covered by an old friend of hers, and overally, all the chaos in her life—She had the right to keep away from any form of stress. My relationship with Daniel was currently very stressful and problematic. My mind went back to what Daniel had said earlier and a small smile played on my lips. "You're a strong woman, Jessica." That was like the most satisfying thin
DANIEL'S POV.The rate at which I'd been thinking about Jessica had been alarming and driving me crazy. It was like everything I did and everywhere I went somehow led me into thinking about her. Her eyes, her scent, her dark long hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Even her new fiesty behaviour—everything about the woman was haunting me. And let's not even talk about those thoughts my mind had started to entertain. Thoughts about her body in my dreams that were far from innocent. Crazy thing was, I didn't even find her attractive ... well before those dreams I didn't, and she wasn't even close to being my type. But now? Hell, even her cheap and obviously thrifted clothes weren't looking that bad to me anymore. I was more interested in what was beneath now. I'd gone crazy, I knew, but after so much deliberation on the matter, I decided to just go with it. Allow my mind entertain those thoughts as long as I didn't go for anything real. Dreaming about Jessica must've just been as a
JESSICA'S POV.Daniel walked in while I was watching TV in the living room, dressed in his signature work suit and looking like he just stepped out of a movie. I got up quickly, feeling guilty about being caught slacking. Truth was, I'd started to get confused about my roles in the house. I was the maid, sure but I was also the fake fiancee and wife to be. Was I still supposed to bust my ass working?Daniel kind of answered my question by not talking about it. Instead he sat down on the couch across and threw his jacket down to the couch, giving a tired sigh.I felt unsure of whether to walk away or sit where I was so I asked, "ugh ... Do you want to be alone right now?"Daniel's head shot up and he looked straight at me with an emotion I couldn't read in his eyes. "No. You can stay. In fact I had something I wanted to talk about."I pursed my lips and carefully sat back. "What's up?""Well I ... Ugh ... I wanted to uhmm..." He trailed off, shook his head and continued like he thought
DANIEL'S POV.I woke up from a deep sleep, drenched in sweat and confused as hell. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that had just plagued me . What the hell was that?In this dream, me and Jessica were driving home from our wedding, when suddenly the car went out f control and we got into a horrible accident. The wedding ended up being a complete disaster and my dad and all the guests found out that we were faking everything after Bianca crashed into the event. Nightmares were the worst thing ever to me. I'd always hated them since I was little. My hatred for nightmares had started ever since I'd watched a lot of scary movies all by myself one night that my parents had left me all alone with the babysitter. The babysitter had had no idea that when she'd gone to take a nap, I'd snuck into her room and taken the TV remote control she had hidden from me, and gotten myself busy with horror movies. From that day, I'd started to have nightmares. Very b