“Darling, while your bomber truck is at your mom’s, I’ll wait for you at the hotel. I have a surprise.”
Darling is my fiancé, who forgot to delete his message history. The “bomber truck” is me—an almost fooled bride.
But my visit to my mom is postponed, because I also wanted to give the traitor a farewell surprise. At the hotel where I work…
I decided to get revenge on my fiancé for cheating, but… I accidentally ended up in the boss’s room.
“Arseniy Gennadyevich, everything isn’t what it seems. And this…” I stammer when he removes from his broad, bare chest an ant that got tangled in a thicket of hair—“…has a logical explanation,” I finish quietly.
“I’m not so sure,” the boss says calmly, flicking the insect away with his thumb. “But I’ll be interested to hear how you’ll talk your way out of it. And you should calculate the damage, accountant girl—and think how you’ll pay it back…”
“How?”
“Shall we get engaged?”