Hired To Be His Fake Wife, Now He's Obsessed

g the contract w

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n front of my crumbling apartment building in a bl

minutes," th

to pack my

ouch, her scarf wrapped around her head. T

shaking her gently.

eyes. "Lila? Wh

ive-in housekeeper job for a very r

your treatment. Enough for every

my face. "

d grey eyes and

k so,"

was worth taking. Two pairs of jeans, three old top

iver was holding the door ope

was even more terrify

his hand. He had taken off his jacket. His white shirt was unbutto

, battered suitcase

all yo

all I

ng for dinner tomorrow. He cannot see my wife dressing like

e money for new clothes. Th

put his glass down and walked toward me.

oo close. I could smell his cologn

g now. At least for the next six months. My wife does

under

be here in twenty minutes with clothes. Your room is down t

ro

not that married. We will have

rooms. No sex. No fa

est feel a littl

lena arrived with racks and racks of clothes. D

now my size?"

he said without looking up from his l

old apartment - and tried on a black dress. It hugged m

t, Damien fina

n to my waist, down to my legs, and back u

was gone. He just looked li

ickly looking back at his laptop.

ngly. "Mr. Sterlin

than clouds, in a room that cost more than

ng to the silence of the penthouse,

was a knock

was Damie

standing there in black

he man had abs that

eyes avoiding mine. "He will want to spea

I interrupted. We

y room, closing t

rst edition for my grandfather. You recommended poetry. I f

actually

to leave, then stopped. He looked back at

r dressed like that again. Unless