Emily is on my arm for a reason, so I sucked it up and wrapped my arm around her back and guided her through the crowd.
To everyone else, she’s just another gorgeous woman by my side.To Khalid and his team, she is my future bride.
Colt is wrong, though.Emily doesn’t just look stunning; she looks fucking beautiful.
With her hair twisted up, revealing her creamy, soft neck and matching deep-red glossy lips, I almost dragged her into our bedroom and canceled the goddamn gala when the elevator doors first opened.
But...half a billion dollars.
I watch Emily speak with Zander, Drew, and Khalid several feet away.I’m not sure if he’s taken with her or trying to work out if we’re lying.
Which we are.
Despite being upset, Emily walked into my arms when the elevator doors opened, let me cup her chin and kiss her so hard I’m sure I bruised her lips.
Josh smartly gave us a moment.
“You look breathtaking,” I’d said, then spun her around.The delight on her face did weird things to my heart.
I hate that I hurt her.
I hate that this is nearly over.
Tomorrow I am supposed to be taking her home, but this afternoon a whole bunch ofwhat ifsran through my mind.Like, what if she stays?What if Emily and I enjoy this—whatever this is—for a little longer?
Whatifshe works for Mason and the entire shitstorm of me being the CEO and her being my PA didn’t matter anymore?
Remember what happened to Jack.
But what if...what if Jack’s story is not mine?That I might be, maybe, possibly, wrong about relationships.About marriage.
That with the right person...fuck, see, this is what happens.This is how Jack got sucked in by Sandy.I can’t do it.
Emily is playing a part.
Those damn lines are just getting blurred.
“Do you mind, she’s my fucking fiancée.”I grate between my teeth and shoot a dark look at Colt.
“Fake.”He lifts a brow.“Remember?”
“Sebastian’s having memory failure.”Mason winks at the mayor’s daughter as she walks past.I think they’ve fucked a few times, but I can’t remember.
“My memory is just fine.Did you check out Emily’s resume?”I ask Mason.
“Yes.I’ll set up a meeting for next week if that suits?”
I nod.
The sooner, the better.
Now I have to tell Emily and hope she is okay with the idea.
“Let me guess, you’re moving her on so you can keep fucking her.”Colt rolls his eyes.
Yes.
“What do you think I should do?Fuck her in my office three times a week and hope no one figures it out?”
