My laugh is louder than I expected, and I cut it off quickly. But if I’m going to follow your rules and keep my distance, you really shouldn’t be eye-fucking me.” “I’m going to have to ask you to stop looking at me like that.”
My gaze trails over his long limbs, his tight stomach, those cum gutters that are going to be my undoing, before Émile lifts my chin with two fingers. Now all I have to do is stop myself from actually falling for the guy.įor a sudden fake fiancé, I could very, very easily be interested in him.
Marriage, money, then go our separate ways. In order to get that inheritance, though, there’s one stipulation: marriage.Įven with his request, I’m tempted to stick to my original plan of getting as far from my wretched family as possible, and letting them fight it out.īut then I run into a tall drink of scattered mess outside of a wedding who’s in desperate need of a date, and the pieces click into place. He’s reworked his entire will so I’m set to inherit far more than I’m entitled to, and all because he’s asked me to use that money for “good”. One letter from my dearly departed grandfather, and suddenly I’m on a husband hunt. Until my fake date cancels minutes before the ceremony.
Hire a guy with an online presence so impressive they’ll be desperate to welcome me back into the elitist fold, and roll into the wedding with the kind of confidence I’ve never felt a day in my life. Only, it’s kinda hard to be a success when you’re a walking trainwreck. My parents turned their backs on me and I’ve done everything since to become successful and show them what they lost. Cover Design: Story Styling Cover Designsīeing invited to my cousin’s wedding really shouldn’t be such a big deal except, oh yeah, I haven’t seen my family for a decade.
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