Page 45 of Fake for 7 days

"I don't need Grandmother's money. Unlike you, I earn more than enough on my own and could stop working immediately if I wanted to. And I'd still have more money than I could ever spend." After these words, I took the phone from my ear and tapped the red button.

Call ended.

And no, I really didn't need my grandmother's money.

But I also didn't want Cameron to get it at all.

Just as little as he should get the contract from Donovan Hayden Ellesmere.

Or win the club championship.

Or triumph in any other way.

Ding dong.

A chime interrupted my thoughts. Someone was at the side entrance door downstairs. Or rather, at the side elevator. This elevator allowed direct access from the street to my penthouse. And I could go out directly without having to go through my company.

I activated the camera and looked straight into Isabella's face.

Perfect.

"Just get in and ride to the top," I commanded and pressed the button that opened the elevator doors downstairs for Isabella. On the screen, I saw Isabella looking puzzled. She had probably never seen such a sophisticated system before. After a brief hesitation, she entered the elevator.

I positioned myself behind my black leather couch. From here, I would have the perfect view of Isabella when she stepped out of the elevator. The perfect view of her body. I regretted a little that there wasn't a party tonight, so Isabella probably wasn't dressed as scantily as she had been last night.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened. Isabella entered my penthouse. She was wearing a spring coat that was wide open. Underneath, a white, tight-fitting top and black pants. Not bad either. Her full breasts looked damn good in that tight top.

But first, I enjoyed the amazed look that spread across her face as she caught sight of the panorama behind me.

"Wow," she breathed. "This is..."

I let her enjoy the view of the Manhattan skyline for a few more seconds before casually walking towards her.

"Hello fiancée," I greeted her, kissed her on the cheek, and inhaled the light citrus scent she was giving off again today.

My cock throbbed.

I would have loved to...

Carter! Think about your goals. You need to get Isabella to come to Cameron's wedding next week first.

Isabella giggled with delight when I referred to her as my fiancée. That wasn't a bad sign to start with.

"Hello fiancé," she replied and looked at me with those brown eyes that could appear both warm and seductive at the same time. Then she lowered her eyelids with those incredibly long lashes and fixed her gaze on the carpet. Her cheeks reddened slightly.

Aha.

Isabella was unsure.

I nodded inwardly. That was good for my plan. Or was it?

With women, you never knew. Really never. Uncertainty could mean anything and lead to any reaction. And that's exactly what drove me crazy time and time again. It was one of the reasons why, after the annoying interlude with Abigail, I had decided not to let any woman into my life again. An affair gave me everything I needed.

And now?

A business deal.

Basically, it was just a business deal.

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