“Damn,” I exhaled when Pashka stopped in front of the house.
“What?” my fake fiancé didn’t catch my meaning.
I didn’t answer—I was looking at the people.
What can I say. My ex’s parents haven’t changed. The same smiles stuck to their faces that mean nothing, the same haughty looks...
Swallowing loudly, I watched Андрей come out of the house. Five years have passed... five years...
“Well, are we going to introduce ourselves?” Pasha smiled.
“And I already know them,” I breathed out.
I knew I shouldn’t agree to this farce.
One week under the same roof with my ex—and even in the role of his younger brother’s fiancée. That’s the end!
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