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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,
and incidents either are the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
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Copyright © 2017 by Whitney Gracia Williams
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I should've never agreed to this arrangement...
Thirty days ago, my boss--Mr. Wolf of Wall Street,
came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse: Sign my
name on the dotted line and pretend to be his
fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he would let me
out of my employment contract with a "very
generous" severance package.
The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing,
no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for
the press, even though I've secretly wanted to
knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first
day we met.
I definitely didn't need to think twice about this. I
signed my name and started counting down the
seconds to when I would never have to deal with
his special brand of ass-holery again.
I only made it to one minute...
We argued the entire four-hour flight to his
hometown, failed to make a convincing impression
with the welcoming press, and right when I was
about to knock that arrogant look off his face in
real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in
front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock
to "show me who the bigger person was" in our
relationship. Then he gave me his trademark smirk
once again and asked if I wanted to consummate
our marriage.
Tragically, this is only day one.
We still have 29 more days to go...
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