My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

going to break up with h

my mid-year bonus. You know I need

The air left her lungs in a violent rush. Her hand flew to the wall to steady herself,

hand, she shove

iverse violen

, tangled together on the very bed she and Kevin shared. The sheets were twisted around their half-

panied by a wave of dizziness so severe she dug

ld this

ieth birthday. She had skipped her late-night faculty meeting, tiptoed into their apartment with a chocolate salted caramel cake-his absolute favorite-and a hear

And then, the red stilettos half-tucked under the entryway console. Shoes she had r

me of friendship. Both slau

and cold. The love, the anticipation-it all curdled into a thick, icy s

art at the sudden intrusion, their fa

thetic shield. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His

ing. Within seconds, it was replaced by a flicker of som

their bare skin. It moved from Natalie's defiant face to Kevin's

hday, Kevin

iced through the heavy silence of the room with

f she'd screamed

of blonde hair from her face, leaning back against the headboard as if she were

Since you're here, I guess we don't have to hide it anymore." She

of a glance. Her eyes remained fixed on Kev

l just over her shoulder, his jaw working nervously. Unde

umbled, the words thick and clum

confirmation that turned her enti

or was it a scream. It was a soft, humorless puff

head held high, as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving the wrecka