Tricks Of Passion

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Chapter 14

Not sure how I feel about this chapter, probably end up rewritting it.


I slammed my apartment door shut, not caring if the neighbors heard. I can’t believe I’m not even his type. I thought at least when he asked me to be his fake fiancé, he found me attractive. Oh how wrong was I, I should quit this fake engagement. Make him find someone else.

“Where have you been?” I jumped, looking towards the living room I spotted Aly sitting on the couch.

“Dinner date?” I kicked my shoes off by the front door.

“A date? With a certain billionaire?” I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“And his family.” Making my way to the living room, I sat down next to her.

“Whoa wait, back up, you had dinner with his family?” The excitement in her eyes was amusing.

“Well not exactly, food was never brought out.” I sighed.

“I take it the dinner didn’t go well then?”

“You could say that, his dad was...interesting.” I still couldn’t get over how rude he was, and then had us escorted out. All because I didn’t allow him to disrespect me.

“Dads are always the hardest to win over.” This was one dad I’ll never win over.

“It seems more complicated than that. I think he hates me, and I only met him once.”

She laughed. “How could he hate you after one meeting?” Then she gasped. “Oh my God, did you flirt with him?”

“What? Why would you think that?” I swear her thoughts always went to a weird place.

She shrugged. “I figured maybe you made advances that he didn’t like.”

“I didn’t even get a chance to say hi to the man before he ripped into me.” I sighed.

“Maybe he’s just trying to scare you off?” She wondered. Since Jax so kindly told me he’s not attracted to me, then maybe I don’t have to keep this little secret anymore.

“Because I was pretending to be his fiancé.” I told her.

Her eyes widened. “His fiancé? Why were you pretending to be his fiancé?”

“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. One thing leads to another and now I’m his fiancé. As far as his family knows anyways.”

“Oh yeah he’s totally into you.” That’s all she got from that.

I shook my head at her. “Actually, he only asked me because I’m not his type.” It hurt to admit that out loud. Just like it hurt to hear it. Thinking you’re not someone’s type is ok, but when they confirm it with you. That’s a different story, a hurtful story.

She scoffed. “That’s what he wants you to think, maybe he’s just trying to avoid falling in love with you. That’s why he tells himself that you’re not his type.” I rolled my eyes. Aly always was delusional.

“Doesn’t matter I’m done helping him, I’ll be sure to tell him at work tomorrow.” I couldn’t pretend to be his fiancé knowing he wasn’t even attracted to me.

“Does he pay you?” she asked.


“Does he pay you to be his fiancé? If you ask me this is the perfect opportunity to make more money. If he doesn’t want you for your looks, then maybe you should charge him for your wasted time.” I thought about what she was saying, and honestly, I was liking the thought of it. could I stick to pretending if I was getting paid for it? Most Definity.

I grinned at her. “You’re right.” But how was I going to bring it up without sounding like a selfish gold digger? Would he even go for it? Maybe he’ll decided that I’m too much of a hassle and choose someone else. There was only one way to find out.

“Good luck though, the last guy that asked him for a raise got fired.”


“What do you want?” I stood in the doorway of his office nervously. The pep talk I gave myself on the way up here long forgotten, nerves completely taking over. Relax Sophia don’t show him any fear. I stilled my shoulder, walking to sit across from him.

“I want you to pay me.” I bit my lip waiting for his response.

He put his papers down, raising an eyebrow at me. “Who do you think sign your checks?”

“I’m not talking about the pay for work, I-I I want to be paid for being your fake fiancé.” I stuttered out. Thank god for this desk between us. This time both of his eyebrows raised, oh boy. My heart jumped when he stood up. Oh god he was going to kill me, then fire me. Or fire me then hire someone to kill me. I shrunk more into the seat as he walked around the table. Why the hell did I listen to Aly? Wasn’t like she was putting her job on the line.

He stopped directly next to me, placing his hand on the back of the chair. Leaning down he put his face a breath away from mine. “I didn’t hear you, mind repeating that?” I was visibly shaking at this point. Why was I so afraid of him? if he did anything to me, I could easily sue. I had nothing to be afraid of.

Squaring my shoulders, I straightened in the seat, unconsciously bringing myself closer to him. “I’m not pretending anymore unless you pay me.”

A sinister smile crossed his face. “Is that so?”

“Y-yes.” Damn where did my confidence go?

“Get out.” My eyes widened at his words.


He straightened up, fixing his tie. “Get out, you’re fired.” Was he serious? I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“You can’t do that!” I jumped from my chair in outrage. I mean he can do that, but it’s not fair!

“Can’t I? Either leave on your own or I’ll have security come get you.” He walked back around to his desk, taking a seat.

“Ok fine! Forgot the money. I need this job! Please don’t fire me.” I’d put my pride to the side for now, I had rent to pay.

“Ten seconds and I’m calling security.” He didn’t look up at me as he started working on his papers. He was serious, this was really happening. I felt my eyes start to water. I quickly let my hair down, not wanting him to see me cry. Dragging my feet to the door I walked out, not making eye contact with anyone. Could I at least pack my stuff? Or did he want me to just leave it. My body jerked suddenly as a sob left me. I can’t believe I lost my job.

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