MY FAKE LOVE AFFAIR

perwork at the front desk. I craned my neck to see what had gotten the attention of my sta

held up due to the words being blurred out by the network. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what th

my front desk clerk, Lisa,

?” I

hat woman who is too good for everyone,

ould t

s if she wondered what r

er?” I qu

everal months. Turns out being beautiful

ab

d knows Rachel Lore was nothing more than—well, she isn’t a

to my paperwork. “As i

isa said with a sneer. “She was just looking for fame. She broke Brock’s h

fourteen?”

umped him. Rumor has it he caught h

in rumors,” I said. “Can you

nte

g her eyes off the TV. “Look at her! She

g the cameras any attention. “I’m guessing being called a whore and a bit

ng,” she

“When my brother shows up,

ot or hotter?” sh

r hotter, but one is very

“I suppose he hooked up

and I would suggest you neve

ponsible for

him off or offended him, he let them know. When it came to protecting his soo

never,

k my head. Jenson was suppo

and gave him a job. He was ac

owned. It wasn’t exactly a diffi

y was still trying to get his sh

y far struggling the har

was late. No one could do a

he was getting there. He got h

s a huge bonus. I hoped like

r wit

d as he walked in

eing twenty minute

c.” He

th you?” He was my employee

the only way to teac

, n

mail them?

nother da

im. “Jenson, you have one job. That’s it. I pay you very well. Far mo

rin. “I’m working on a deal t

ndouts from you or Thomas any

fami

was always looking for the

s landed him in trouble. The

erous position. It

it going to get you killed?” I

king your

ed. “That’s al

st time, but it can’t be a ha

work every day. Work hard. Yo

instant. You hav

. “I’m not an eighteen-year-old

limb the ladder. You’re a ye

dy th

son,” I reminded him. “I scri

d setbacks that I had to push

e

ave mine,” he said with a s

ed to be working for me,” I

ng out. If you’re not going

. As usual, he was laughing it o

to r

was. We kept trying, but we couldn’t seem to make Jenson step into the world of adulting. We were destined to keep car

pport him an

y confident with my financial status to spend some of my money on frivolous things, like my new Porsche. Thomas tried to convince me to get one of the GT3s, but I wasn’t interested in killing myself by driving

with the

ed out of the parking garage

oing to happen. The asshole

o drive out to Long Island an

h meant the top

e manager that worked on si

cha

Oliver,” I said

h a nervous smile. “I though

d. How are things

contractors come by. They said they would

you liked best,” I said and to

par

opin

em all, rig

the building mana

ave a good idea about what really needs fixed and what’s extra. You also know the neighb

tle. “I really appreciate yo

were going to come in here

he tenants,” I replied

d the improvements yo

d of building that made anyone rich, but I’d bought the building on the brink of foreclosure and knew it was a good investment. T

they come in,” I told her. “Th

war

Mr.

g much the same. I checked in with the small strip mall I o

as pleasant or app

whipped my little car into the limited parking lot. The building hosted a coffee shop and a bookstore. Not exactly moneymakers,

structure and foundation issues. The building looked like it was a money pit. I wasn’t interested—it wasn’t like I needed another building. I got

nce he’d moved in with Kristi, but I wasn’t interested in living in a high-rise for the