The Billionaire's Fake Date
The sexy one night stand I had last night is now my billionaire boss. He’s older and his chiseled body made for a night to remember. As a boss it’s a different story. A workaholic to the bone, he’s also a complete bosshole at work. One day he approaches me with a personal request. He needs me to be his fake girlfriend to get his mom off his case about settling down. I take the offer to help him out as his trusted employee. The problem is we can’t keep our hands off each other when we’re alone. His insatiable appetite for my body sends me over the edge. He’s sweet and warm when we’re pretending but cold and distant when we’re not. He doesn’t realize yet that I’m falling for him for real. I must find out if he will succumb to true love and claim me as his forever.
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"Well, for starters, we're going to confiscate your phones, and your equipment pertaining to the software developed by Ivica Tech."
Izzy gasps, folding her arms in front of her while pressing her face into the hole she's made. I hate to see her so upset, my stomach in knots as she begins to weep in solace. Uncaring of this agent's request, I get up from my seat and bump his shoulder as I move around him, coming to her side where I kneel. I brush her back with my hand, stroking her spine smoothly.
Agent Mccoy hardly seems concerned with her quiet outburst of emotion. "Listen, we are running short on time, and we have to make this quick."
"Then arrest us already," I bite, aggravated. "We have done nothing wrong."
"I know that. We all know that. We're not here to arrest you technically, but we need your help."
Both Izzy and I perk up with his claim.
"Wait, what?" she huffs in a weepy exhale. "What are you saying?"