Fake Fiancée, Real Feelings
rror tormented me long af
ld not t
t? Why? The thought that someone had been in my flat sent shivers down my spine, but I could
e soft glow of my desk lamp. It was a salvation, but
other. Could I trust Gideon Crosswell? Probably not. But co
g my spiral. A text from Sop
vestor? Did th
I couldn't tell her the truth. Not y
r. My heart sprang into my throat. For a little while,
vailable-a metal paperweight-a
lair, it's
I breathed sharply and opened the do
ebrow. "Should
he place, his impeccable suit starkly contrasted with my modest abode. He looked
on?" he inquired, folding
arms. "I'm st
"Time isn't a luxury you c
bad decision,"
ile. "Fair point. Let me ma
tapping the screen and handing it out to me. A news report appeare
ery Faces Imminen
ame dry. "Wh
"I have ties in the press. They will run it first
blackmai
tingly calm. "Sign the contract to save your gallery and p
o a fist. "Why are
n of the outcome," he told me. "And you,
iPad and contract resting ominously on the coffee table. D
r Gallery's reputation was already dangling by a
r six months. Can I do that? Could I bear appearing to be someone I
ment felt like a blade in my heart. There were even images of the gallery, w
s he worked late to keep the gallery running. This
errupting my thoughts. Thi
a quick decision." "
lly. Was this Gideo
gut. I felt watched again. Whoever wrote
of my decision weighing heavily on me. He sat back in his chair,
e inquired, his to
my palm. This was it: the momen
a woman stormed inside. She was stunningly gorgeous, w
, her voice full of an
. "Victoria, this
, her gaze shifting to m
deon replied
ot, if she has a contract in fr
of a dispute, with tensions so heavy
, a sly grin spreading on her face. "Does
demanded, my
n clouded. "That's
full of hatred. "She deserves to kn
ust want a pretend fiancée, dear. He wants a pawn. When he
s that true?" I questioned
y, and his quiet stung worse
echoed throughout the room. Go
leaving the door
s gripping the desk's edge.
able expression. "Sign the co