Fake Marriage, Real Baby

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d for a moment, my hand trembling as I reached for the ring. A lump formed in my throat as I slo

he took the ring from me. "Good girl, Bunn

hs. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I

else to sleep," I said, my

uit yourself, Bunny. But don't th

clutched tightly in my arms. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I closed

why he decided to take the ring back. Did he suddenly change his m

t the thought. A man like Ryder Steele wasn’t capable of love, he only sa

headed. I stopped when I noticed a room with its door hal

and the air was thick with the scent of leather and wood polish. A m

as my

inating. I approached the desk, my fingers trailed over the papers, searching for any clu

er expression stern. "Mrs. St

cond, "I was... uh... looking f

further. "This is Mr. Steele's study, ma'a

argument. I trailed her out of the study, then

ide. I guess that was were I would start my digging from. I'd just

she led me to a cozy guest room

aid, her voice softening. "If you

closed my eyes and before

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, I would linger in bed for a couple of minutes in total s

d it up off the nightstand and frown

t could

. I shrugged. Then a t

’re up yet? L

e. The phone started ringing ag

helsea,

ably over the fact that I didn’t pick up earlier—and relief that

needed to process,” A beat of sil

d anything happ

anything” but I just concluded it

ight. I think I’ll start digging fr

y.” Chelsea made a vaguely flustered

t you with the

nick

s me Bunny.

it’s

t it’s a lot deeper in hi

n and backhanded her. “What about Anti-Muse? Weren’t they supposed to se

I excl

the Design Assistant. The interview results were supposed to come o

s voice resonated from t

I need to check now.

ng up. Closing my eyes, I concentrat

ll. You’v

went through my email and there, I found it.

ep breath a

at after a rigorous selection process, you have been chosen as

, Luca Grande, in designing new collections, researching trends, and creating pr

w role! We look forward to welco

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tions, Miss Flynn' as if they might disappear at any moment. My heart race

ain, my eyes almost welling up with tears. With shaking hands, I set my phone down and let ou

d into a pair flip flops. Today was the ‘Monday’. I wasn’

a shower and threw on a robe. Then padded out of

and pulled out a white boat-neck top and dark brown slacks. Both looked fabulous on my

Anti-Muse which was just a ten minutes drive away. I booked a cab

was standing by the door to the bedroom. He was in

ice cold. "Where do you t

y chest. Why was I so fucking scared of him? Because I knew what

rew him my best fake smi

Ryder’s lips. "Oh

onto the bed, sitting me down onto the edge of the bed and standing

was only inches away from mine. His voice was calm

predators who call themselves bosses.

lowed