Page 68 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"In?"
"Three days."
She throws up her hands, "What world are you living in where the paperwork can be completed in such little time?"
I flick some imaginary lint off my lapel.
"No." Her chest heaves and she clenches her fists. "You... You..."
"It's amazing how money can buy you anything, anywhere... especially when you can call in favors to those in power." I bounce a little on my heels. This is fun.
"You... You can get the registrations and such done by then?" She blinks rapidly.
"With time to spare." I angle my head. "You don't have to do anything."
"I have to show up." She pinches her lips together, glances toward the exit.
I hold up the phone. "Don't even think about it."
She pales further.
I stiffen. "If you're going to faint again, make sure that you're sitting down."
Her shoulders draw back, spots of color burn her cheeks, sparks of gold flare in her eyes. There you are, my little Bird.
She juts out her chin. "Name the place and time and I'll be there."
"Not so fast." I lean forward, and the scent of her body intensifies.
My dick twitches and sweat slicks my palm. Fuck her for the response she always elicits from me. I scowl, "Move in with me for the next 30 days."
"What the—" She opens and shuts her mouth. "The original deal was for a week!"
"I changed my mind."
"I agreed to 7 days." She trembles.
"It's not enough time to see this plan through." Why am I bothering to argue with her? It's not as if she has a choice.
"Bu... but... 30 days?" She swallows. "That's too long."
I raise my shoulders, "Gotta convince the world it's real, huh?"
Fuck that.
I don’t care how it seems on the outside. Truthfully, I hadn't thought about the time span as such, except... Okay, I did need time... Just enough to figure out what the hell I am going to do about this little—okay, big—problem I have, for when it comes to her, I am not myself.
Not in control... and that... I can't stand. I have to get to the bottom of what it is about this woman that constantly claws at me. An itch. An irritation. She is a rash that clings to me, refusing to fade from my skin, my blood and I... must find a way to resolve it.
I allow my lips to smirk, "So?"
She squeezes her fingers together, "So?"
"That wasn't a request."
"Will you keep me here against my will."
I glance at the phone.
