Page 33 of Billionaire In Vegas

“My room’s bigger than the guest room and since you’re doing me a huge favor it only seems fair that I let you have this one.”

I loved it immediately. It was front-facing with floor to ceiling windows. But I couldn’t put him out of his own room.

“I love it,” I confessed. “But the guest room is comfortable enough.”

“Come on, take it. I want you to have it. The view is beautiful. If you’re forced to live with a slob, you might as well have the best views outside of my pigsty.”

“You have a point.”

We both turned at the same time and bumped into each other.

I wanted to reach up and touch his chest, but I didn’t. He caught my hand and looked down at it.

“You’re not wearing your ring.”

“I figured I’d just wear it in public.”

“You should wear it now... otherwise you might forget and that would make us look very suspicious. I don’t want that. Too much money is at stake.”

And then to my surprise, he reached into his pocket. The ring he pulled out was stunning.

“What?”

“Surprise.”

I felt stupid as my hands shook as I took the ring. It was small, yet elegant, tasteful and he slid it slowly on my finger.

I couldn’t say a word. I stared at it and he reached up and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Much better,” he said softly.

I nodded, finding myself choked up.

“Thank you,” I said. “You shouldn’t have bothered.”

“It’s no problem, we need to make this marriage look as legitimate as possible, right? And legitimacy starts with a ring.”

He had a point, but despite our deception, I couldn't help but feel warmed by his gesture. Even if it was to mislead people, the ring was sweet and thoughtful.

I looked at his wedding band and felt bad. “You’re stuck with a crappy wedding band. I’ll get you something else.”

“I like this crappy wedding band. I’m kind of fond of it. A special lady gave it to me.”

I felt myself blushing and then he bent down and kissed my cheek, I waited with baited breath for him to kiss me, but he pulled away and said, “I’ll get your bags.”

I shook my head... maybe this farce wasn’t such a good idea after all.