“Play along with me. Please—tell me you’re my boyfriend.” I beg the stranger.
“Alright,” he answers without hesitation. “But I have a condition.”
“A condition?” I nervously swallow, studying his handsome face. “What a pretty bastard.”
“You’ll spend a day of lovers in my room. Agreed?”
Apparently he also needs to get rid of someone—just like me getting rid of my boss, the pervert!
“Agreed,” I whisper, pressing against him and sending that almost-former boss a victorious smile.
“I’ll spend the night with you—just in your room. And you…” I nod toward the pervert. “Prove to that idiot that I’m only yours.”
Who would have thought that a week later fate would laugh at me for such a hasty decision…