Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
This is a thousand times more exciting.
Caius is a dirty, sexier version of Ken.
And this isn’t happening to my doll. It’s happening to me.
It’s an act, Romy.
Don’t get caught up in the lie.
I’m a good pretender, though.
“Romy Langston, love, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Caius’s smile is tender and it seems so real. Like he genuinely wants me as his. We’re having fun bedroom times and finding common ground, but he doesn’t truly want to marry me.
I’m only eighteen.
A college kid.
And he’s rich, older, sophisticated.
My captor.
All the thoughts racing through my head don’t make any sense. They certainly don’t help make any decisions.
The decision is already made.
For fake or for real.
The answer is…
“Yes,” I say with real tears in my eyes. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Caius Crowne.”
He slides an exquisite, sparkly engagement ring on my left ring finger. While I was trying on shoes earlier today, he must’ve dropped into a jewelry store to buy it.
“Thank God,” Caius growls as he stands back up. “Kiss me, love.”
His hands slide into my hair and I press my newly bedazzled hand upon his chest to feel his heart thundering in his chest. Our kiss is one for the storybooks.
The kiss is real.
We’re real.
Caius
Good girl.
She’s quite the actress.
My gut tightens. We both know she’s not acting. Romy is falling far too quickly, which is only going to further complicate things. Right now, though, it doesn’t matter. I need her and everyone around us to believe this extraordinary proposal between two elite families.
It’s the perfect distraction.
People start chattering excitedly around us. I’ve made enough of a commotion that the spell is breaking. When I lock eyes with Theo, I’m grateful to see he’s alert. There’s a flash of worry in his eyes.
We’ve been duped.
We’re bombarded by people congratulating us left and right. Her brother isn’t one of them. He watches us with an expression of pure disgust. Fuck him.
Romy graciously thanks people and gushes about how excited she is to be my wife. I won’t lie and say that doesn’t make my chest fill with pride. She’s not the only one getting caught up in this ruse of ours.
Her arm is around me as she speaks to people who’ve crowded around us. If I were an outsider, I’d think she might be royalty with how the people are so drawn to her. This makes me want to protect her all the more.
“You still good?” I ask, lips near her ear.
She turns to look up at me with hooded eyes. “I am now.”
I get lost momentarily in her glittery blue eyes but force myself to look away. I need to stay focused and aware that someone is trying to send everyone here a blanket message. I’m not about to be a hapless victim.
Romy tucks a stray blond hair behind her ear and the light catches the obscenely large diamond, making it sparkle beautifully. Knowing she has something on her that ties her to me is comforting. It means that twats like the dimwit doctors and that douchebag actor will keep their distance.
I feel someone’s gaze on me and I turn to meet the dark stare of Doc Junior. Ahh, mission accomplished. I’ve pissed off the president’s son.
Did he really think he had a chance with a woman like Romy?
She’s an eleven and he’s a seven on a good day.
Frankly, he’s not good enough for her. I don’t care who his damn father is.
I flash him a smug grin that says, “She’s mine, bitch. Run along with your tail tucked between your legs.”
Fury transforms his face, making him even uglier than before. His idiot doctor friend shows up next to him, concern in his eyes.
You’re not getting that dance, asshole.
I twist Romy to face me again, eager to kiss her in front of them. The kiss I give her isn’t innocent at all. I plunge my tongue deep into her mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her that wakes my cock up.
When I finally pull away, reveling in plump, still parted lips, and how fucking hot she is right now, I’m pleased to see the dimwit doctors have disappeared.
Good riddance.
Theo watches me too, but his expression is forlorn. I don’t like making him feel bad, flaunting my relationship in front of him, but it’s all necessary for this to work. He’ll get over it. The kid could get any woman he wants. He just can’t have mine.
“Excuse us,” I say to the people around us. “Thank you.”
I take hold of Romy’s hand, dragging her away from the onlookers, on a mission to speak to Theo. He stiffens when we approach.
“Congratulations,” he says, voice dejected. “You two must be so happy.”
Enough with the theatrics.
“Focus,” I growl in a low tone. “Call an Uber and get Kaitlyn out of here. They’re playing us.”
He nods, features turning serious. “Yeah, I see that now. Good call. I, uh, suppose this was all a distraction, huh?”