"The contract didn't mention anything about what happens when the lines get blurred," he whispered, leaning in.
"You're doing a great job, Elara," he murmured, stepping into her personal space. "The board is convinced." Billionaire’s Fake Fling by Alexa Hart
The first month was easy. It was all designer dresses and practiced smiles. But then came the night of the Solstice Gala. Julian’s hand stayed on the small of her back a second too long; his laughs felt a little too genuine. When they returned to his penthouse, the silence was heavy. "The contract didn't mention anything about what happens
Julian leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Rule one: We live together. Rule two: Public displays of affection are non-negotiable. Rule three..." He paused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't fall in love with me." "That won't be a problem," Elara lied. It was all designer dresses and practiced smiles
"Is that all this is?" she asked, the words out before she could stop them. "A job?"