I should’ve never agreed to this arrangement…
Thirty days ago, my boss—Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to me with an offer I couldn’t refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he would let me out of my employment contract with a “very generous” severance package.
The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I’ve secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day we met.
I definitely didn’t need to think twice about this. I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with his special brand of ass-holery again.
I only made it to one minute…
We argued the entire four-hour flight to his hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock to “show me who the bigger person was” in our relationship. Then he gave me his trademark smirk once again and asked if I wanted to consummate our marriage.
Tragically, this is only day one.
We still have 29 more days to go…
Cocky, douchebag boss? ✓
Fed up, sassy assistant? ✓
Sexual tension? ✓
Fake relationship? ✓
YES. YES. YES!
I’m not the biggest fan of short stories. I need more than just a few pages but Whitney G. is one of the authors who can write a shortie and also manage to fit so much passion and love in it.
Emily Johnson wants out of her contract with her boss. She’s been his right hand for two years and for long now, she’s been trying everything to get out of the solid contract. She’s been going to job interviews behind his back but Nicholas always manages to ruin them.
Nicholas Wolfe needs a fiancee for a month. Someone who can help him look like a family man so he can sign the multi-million contract. After interviewing several women for the position, and failing to find someone eligible, he offers the position to Emily. Who’s better than the woman who knows literally everything about him?
Thirty days ago, my boss—Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to me with an offer I couldn’t refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month.
I loved their relationship. Nicholas could be a bit of a douche but Emily faced him with sass and attitude. They were sexy AF together and I wanted more when I finished.