Page 21 of The Bad Boy's Fake Wife

Jonathan catches me staring and grins. “Huh. I had no idea I’d live long enough to see you blush.”

My face burns hotter.

I throw myself onto the bed, wedding dress and all, and smother my face with a pillow.

Jonathan sighs. “Emma, are you seriously going to bed in your wedding dress?”

“It’s a free country. If I want to sleep in my wedding dress, then so be it.”

I hear him settle into bed beside me. The room falls quiet…too quiet.

After a long moment, I blurt, “Wasn’t the front desk rude to us?”

Jonathan groans. “They didn’t even give me my towels.”

I giggle. “We should leave a scathing review.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “We’ll claim they refused to give our poor, elderly grandmother a glass of water.”

“And that they broke our toddler’s teeth.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he deadpans. “But we’re joking, right?”

I gasp. “You think I’d actually do that?”

He smirks. “You did verbally assault a receptionist over a fully booked hotel.”

I huff. “I feel bad about that…kind of.”

Silence.

Then Jonathan sighs, grabs his pillow, and stands.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He gestures toward the couch. “Take the bed.”

I sit up, stunned. “I—what?”

He shrugs. “As much as I love to mess with you, I don’t actually want you to be uncomfortable. I would’ve booked a separate room, but the company set this up, and they have no idea this marriage is fake.”

I don’t respond.

“Goodnight, Emma.” He pauses. “And please—get out of that dress before it cuts off your circulation.”

He leaves, and suddenly the bed feels far too big.

And for the first time tonight, I kind of wish he’d stayed.

Chapter 10

Jonathan

“Okay,I’lladmitit,”I mutter to myself. “It’s not Bora Bora, but it’s not terrible.”

I step up to the window, stretching out my sore back.

“Not bad for a free trip.”

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