Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss

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table position I had fallen asleep in. My neck ache

aring at the cracked ceiling

d like a broken record. Did I

myself to sit up. I was doing this for

makeup kept minimal-just enough to look alive. I slipped into a plain white shirt and an ash-grey skirt-one of the few decent

ive minutes left if I wante

n shelf, I rushed to the door. But when I opened it

ll

ammered, my hear

o gamble, get drunk, and bury his problems in white powder. This wouldn't be his first time showing up at o

gruffed, rubbing

eplied quickly, ste

es me

my whole savings yesterday. What

where he is. I kicked his d

arrowed slight

omewhere to be, and I'

brow before licking his lips in that

a warning-or a promise I wanted no

and locked it, chest h

to the main road, a car sped by, splash

but the driver didn't s

Sinclair Tech looking like this. I didn't even have anything clean

set. Finally, I found an old sweater tucked in the back. It wa

hail a cab. But of course, traffic was an absolute nightmare. Car

obstacle at me. One final warning. One last chanc

n't. This was for Mom.

the best impression to make on th

re, and pristine glass everywhere. The receptionist glanced at me an

levator climbed. I adjusted my sweater, took a

cutive conference r

he hadn't a care in the world. Aaron stood by the window, s

n I entered.

is expression shifted for a fraction of a second b

he said, voice

lump in my thr

d a brow. "O

keep my voice steady. "I said

away. I had to tilt my head to look up at him. The scent of his cologne made

speak. J

ll move in by the end of the week. Appearances matter

ck, amused. "So

nts, whatever's necessary. I'll handle the media. You just smile and l

. "Do I get a sa

not quite a smile, more

ds. "Well, this should be fun. S

my chest as I took a s

this. Becoming his

r my m

something more I hadn't f