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Because that ring is coming off well before I let that happen.

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EMILY

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Idon’t know whetherI’m living in a fairytale or nightmare.

Honestly, it feels like a crazy mix of both, because this is insane.

I’m Sebastian’s fiancée.

He’s given me the most ridiculous explanation, then blinded me with another mind-blowing orgasm before slipping an enormous blue diamond onto my finger.

It can’t be real.

But why would a security guard be shadowing me if that were the case?

A man like Sebastian Remington doesn’t put glass on his fiancée’s finger.

You are not his real fiancée.

Stop saying fiancée.

God, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.That’s not true.Sebastian is.Walking out of my building and seeing the tall billionaire standing with his back to me had me trembling with a mix of excitement and desire.

Then he turned around.

I could barely breathe.

Head to toe in a custom-made black suit, his hair stylishly mussed, and silver cufflinks, he looked every bit the sophisticated Manhattan businessman.

But it’s his sharp green eyes which grazed over every inch of me that sent shivers of arousal along my spine.

I never expected him to kiss me.

I never expected him to kiss me again, and certainly not like that.It was laced with possession and something more than we shared on the plane.

The built-up tension, I assume.

When he demanded I orgasm, pleasure blasted through me.

Next minute, he tells me I need to pretend we are engaged, slips a ring on my finger, and I have no idea what I’m doing.

“Sebastian,” a man greets him, taking both his hands.

Shiekh Khalid Al-Mansour.

I googled him a few days ago while researching the Crown Plaza development.I wanted to know everything I could, so I could get up to speed with the project.

Hoping to find a way to add value, I realized I had some thoughts about the protesters.After all, that sort of thing happens in London too.

The goal is to keep my job.

Now, as I glance down at the ring, I wonder what it means for our future working together.

“Ah, this must be your bride,” the sheikh says, taking my hands and kissing both my cheeks.