Page 18 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire

“Great.” I stood up from my chair. “You move in tomorrow. We have our first event coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“Event? What event?”

“We need to take our relationship public as soon as possible. The world needs to know that you will be the future Mrs Farrington. This needs to look legitimate. We have to sell the story.”

“I know it’s just…that’s so soon. I thought I would have time to prepare.”

This peaked my interest. “Prepare for what?”

She bit down on her lip in a way that had blood pooling into my nether region. What the hell?

“The backlash. You are basically Chicago’s most sought after bachelor. And I am…” she tried to find the right words.

“My future wife.” The words flew out of my mouth without warning. I cleared my throat and continued, “that is what you will be. It doesn’t matter what they will think or say. You will be the one wearing my ring. Jealousy is an ugly disease. It brings out the most vile parts of us. Anything else?”

She shook her head.

“I will get Michael after work. I expect your things to be moved in tomorrow.” I walked over to her and held my hand out. “Thank you Brianna.”

Her name rolled off my tongue easily.

I didn’t miss the way her breath caught. Or the way her tongue darted out to wet her plump lips.

She took my hand in hers. It was soft and warm. “Thank you, Mr Farrington.”

“Since we will be playing fiancés, I think it’s best you start getting used to calling me Gabriel. Wouldn’t want others to catch on.”

Now that she was much closer I could smell the sweet scent of strawberries and vanilla. It was a tantalizing scent that had my senses running wild.

“Gabriel.” She breathed my name like it was a secret that could not be uttered. I wanted her to say my name like that over and over again.

“Good.” I let go of her hand breaking the trance I had been placed under. “Dinner is served at seven.”

I turned on my heel with the contract in hand and my spirits somewhat lifted.

Was this a terrible idea? Yes. Would this be risking everything? Yes. Was I still going to follow through it? Yes.

I waited outside ‘The Donovan’. It was one of our other high market value buildings. Adriana had moved in here with my help of course. It was close enough to the Opium that I didn’t have to travel too far to get Michael. But it was also a good enough distance that she couldn’t just pop by.

After a few more minutes of waiting she came out with a sleepy Michael in her arms.

I closed the distance between us and took my son from her.

“Hey buddy,” I patted his little back and he snuggled in closer to me.

“Nice to see you too, Gabriel.” Adriana flicked her raven black hair over her shoulder. Her obnoxiously strong perfume burned my nostrils. It was a stark contrast from Brianna’s gentle yet alluring scent.

“Where’s his bag?” I placed Michael into his car seat and took the baby bag from her. “What’s this on his hands?”

He had some brown sticky stuff on them.

“It’s chocolate. I gave him some after his nap.”

“You know what chocolate does to him, Adriana. He’s going to have diarrhea now.”

“He wanted some so I gave him some. And the one I gave him was lactose free. Stop trying to make me look like a bad parent.”

I remained silent. Michael was watching us. He was just one year old but he picked up on our emotions. He didn’t need to see his parents going at each other’s throats.

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