All Chapters of Mr CEO's Pretend Fiancee: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It’s crazy how life can turn around in one moment. It’s interesting, rather. One moment, you’re sitting under the sun, admiring the penguin-shaped cloud and next you are being hit by an asteroid heading towards Earth. I’m glad I’m not “you” though. I’m not sure if I’m glad to be me either. My name is Claire Wordsworth. You can pretty much tell I’m your average girl by my name. Maybe if my parents gave me a name like “Zendaya”, I would be busting ass. But they didn’t, so I’m the white girl named Claire. I’m half Italian and half Hungarian. My Italian side comes up whenever I’m pissed off or in an argument—I’d start flapping my hands in the air and yelling. My Hungarian side is just mainly in the looks. I look like a younger version of my mum, Susan. Same wavy brown hair and blue eyes. I had a really weird dream this morning. I was back in middle school and my teacher had asked me a question when suddenly, she turned into a whale and then I was in a field; it was raining apples in the

He smiled again. “It wouldn’t be difficult to fall in love with you. Anyway, we’ll be going over to my parent’s place on Sunday, after that, we’ll decide how to make our proposal public. An engagement party or something.” He picked up a bottle of beer, tipped his head back and downed it. Goddamn, just drinking beer and he looks so hot. “I haven’t said yes to the arrangement, Mr. Carter.”“You haven’t said no either, miss Wordsworth,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Call me Nathaniel while I call you Claire, you’re my fiancée now, babe.” Babe. Just a simple word, yet my stomach fluttered at the sound of it. His voice was deep and rough which made it sound all better. “I like your SpongeBob shirt but I bet I’ll like you better when you take it off,” he said. I flushed red. He picked up his coat and made way to the door. “See you later, babe. I’ll pick you up by two on Sunday. Wear something nice.” And with that he was out of my door and I wished he was out of my life too. I sighed de

“What?” I asked. Where did that question even come from? “I mean no harm but you do look a little bloated in that dress.” She gave a little chuckle. I narrowed my eyes at her. I felt Nathaniel rub my knee and I let out an awkward chuckle. “Ignore Evelyn, you look amazing in that dress. It makes your eyes pop,” Judith told me and I smiled at her in response. However, Judith’s hair was fire engine red, the same shade as her lips. The small talk continued until I spoke up. “You’ve got to give me your plastic surgeon’s contact. My—”“Excuse me?” Evelyn piped up. “Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just that you look so young, your surgeon must be so good. My grandmother would definitely like to meet them,” I replied. “Nathaniel, tell the secretary you’re fucking to shut up or I’d kick her out.” She said it so casually. I certainly won’t get along with her. I began laughing and every other person at the table joined me. “You all look like you’re having so much fun,” Jarrett Carter said as h

“Claire, I was wondering if I could get a ride to the funeral home, it’s Owen’s viewing. I hope it’s an open casket. I want to see what they did with his thing.” “I’m not free. You could ask Joyce to take you. She can drive grandpa’s old Buick,” I told grandma. “Yeah. But she’s been crying a lot so that’s sort of a challenge. You’re not free?” “Yes. I’m going on a date.” “I thought you were engaged, why are you going on a date?”“I’m going on a date with Nathaniel.” “Susan! Claire is going out on a date with Nathaniel.” “I can’t even keep a husband.” I heard Joyce sniffle in the background. I could hear the TV too and children yelling. “That’s great! Ask her if he can come over for dinner on Friday.” Mum replied. “What? No!” I yelled. “You heard your mum, bye Claire.” And she ended the call. Great. I haven’t even gone around getting a job for Joyce and now they’re inviting him over for dinner. I was ready before nine and I was feeling pretty confident. I was wearing a black

“We need to report a break-in,” Cannon said. I was still in shock. My body couldn’t move and my brain couldn’t think properly or form coherent words. I was just mumbling suffixes and prefixes I learnt in grade school. “Miss Wordsworth, are you okay?” I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. It felt like my brain forgot to tell my lungs how to breath and my heart thought it was pumping blood for the spectators attending the premiere league. Apparently, I was crying too because if the slick stuff on my face wasn’t tears then there was a HUGE problem. “Sir, the bomb on the microwave was locally made..” Bomb? I’m Claire Wordsworth. Why would anyone plant a bomb in my kitchen? I used to pick my nose as a kid! I still do but not as often. “Contact Mr. Carter, Miss. Wordsworth is hyperventilating.” The next series of occurrence was blur but I remember sitting on the floor, just outside my apartment with a towel wrapped around me. I was still crying and sniffling. The hallway was crowde