My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

box was familiar and

had spent the last three hours perfecting. This is Kevin's favorite: choco

iet evening of the parking garage. She looked up at their ap

pecting her to be at her late-night faculty meeting, whic

se would b

ght up, the easy smile that always made her stomach flutter, even a

g the door open just enough to slip inside. The air in the apartment was warm, carrying

he

r in the hallway. Absolute silence was the goal. She wanted to get the cake onto

n the dark wood of the table

aze snagged on something by the entrywa

f red st

rd, painful thud against her ribs. She knew

Natalie Beaumont,

ourse, it's a coincidence. Natalie probably came by to drop off a gift for Kevin, t

the floor toward the bedroom. The door was slightly a

it open, to call out a

he heard t

ft, throaty laugh. "So, when are you finally goi

sharp, painful gasp she had to swallow down. Her hand flew to the wall

ll too well. "Soon, babe. Just wait until I get my mid-year

, the air thick and unbreathable. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she dug her

cracked and shattered, leaving her face numb and cold. The love, th

rs. Just a terrif

deep, shudd

e shoved th

led together on the bed she and Kevin shared. Sheets were twisted around their hal

en intrusion, their faces a c

the initial fear was quickly replaced by a fli

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

ss their skin. It moved from Natalie's defiant smirk to Kevin's

hday, Kevin

cut through the silence of the room with th

f she'd screamed

strand of blonde hair from her face, leaning back against the headboard as

with false sweetness. "Since you're here,

er eyes gleaming with t

es remained fixed on Kevin, deman

wall just over her shoulder, his jaw working. Under

umbled, the words thick and clum

The confirmation that turne

a scream. It was a soft, humorless puff of

straight, and walked out of the bedroom, l