“Too long,” he admits.
We are not strangers.The sheikh has invested in other projects and profited greatly.During previous conversations, he’s shared how much he enjoyed his time living in the United States while attending Brown.
“Why not fly over?We’re holding an event to raise money for charity,” I tell him.
Brandon’s idea is crazy, but he’s right.
Proving there is reasonable doubt that I would touch another woman may get him interested in funding the Crown Plaza project once more.
“My fiancée and I would be honored if you were our guest.”
What the fuck am I doing?
“Fiancée,” Khalid says, and I hear the disbelief in his voice.
“Yes.”
My team could put together a charity event in a week, but I’m not sure I can pull a fiancée out of my ass in that time.
I’m rich.
I’m healthy.
I’m handsome...quoted from Forbes...and a long list of women would marry me for my status in New York’s social scene alone.
But to go along with this ruse without some kind of consequence down the line?
No.I wouldn’t trust any of them.
“Who is this secret woman?”
“You know how it is for men in our positions, Khalid.We’ve kept the relationship private until now and relishing the last moments before our engagement is announced.”
God, I’m good at this.
I need to be careful.He’s not a man that you can easily fool.He’s smart and sharp as a knife.
I’m going to kick Brandon’s ass.
There are so many things that can go wrong between now and the event.
“Well, now I’m curious and have been wanting to visit the United States.So yes, I accept your invitation.”
He shares that he will travel with Rashid and a few other members of his team, arriving Sunday, and that his assistant will reach out to mine.
“I look forward to meeting your future wife.”
Shit.
I have until Sunday to find a bride.
AFTER STARING AT thewall for half an hour, I open my email and send Emily a message.I’m not going out there again now that my cock has finally settled down.
Dear Emily,
Please contact the Dufort Hotel and book the top penthouse suite for Khalid and his team.
Thanks,
