lle'

lady who I was directed to as the secretary when I got into the buildin

high-ceiling lobby echoed with the sharp clicks of expensive heels and low corporate murmurs, a public sea of strangers that made my chest tighten. I really ha

ppointment are allowed to see him." She said in a curt tone, a cold,

he knows me; just tell him Camille Alonso."

e so disappointed if I didn't; they had made sure I got dressed and looked good, as they put it, and

ere is no way I can call him for you. He is busy and

mil

h rumble with that faint London accent b

n who had a smiling face and flirty dark eyes that looked too polished.

and walked straight toward me, the intensity o

e just here for a cha

here?" he asked, s

as suddenly l

s my dam

o save face. "Sir, she came in here without an appointment demandin

the

that we haven't had a proper conversation considering what is about to be announced tomorrow and what will happen

nsidering you have only said about nothing less than five words to me since we met,"

back and forth from him to me li

r-aware of the fact that apart from the secretary at the d

ression flat. "And by the way, she doesn't need an appointment to se

stomach fluttering so hard they f

ators. As we passed the man he was with earlier, the stranger flashed a weird, knowing smile at

ever mind, Camille. You have

minimalism, drenched in rich tones that spoke pure luxury and told whoever walked in that he owned the room. With gorgeous architecture and a floor-to-ceil

u here?" he

the bush. "As much as I detest forced confessions or social rituals, I do expect basic courtesy and communicatio

ared." His gaze swept lazily over me, causi

gray jean jacket, black high-heeled ankle boots, and bold red lipstick. I was a far cry from what I looked like during that stiff family dinner. I wore simple

y chest, tracing the curve of my hips where the dress hugged my body, and finally down to m

stomach. I suddenly wished I had w

e talking a

recognize you," he said, his face smo

ent appearances." I really hoped that what

opped a fraction, the London accent growi

it, C

that even if our marriage is purely arranged by our families, the least we

people's opinions of me." He leaned backward, propping his weight against h

e whim of a promise made by two grandfathe

ew his comment was a subtle jab at me. Well, I gladly served it right back. Trust the truth to always sting,

control now, M

apping around me as I snatched a sleek pen and paper straight from his desk and scribbled down my phone number. "You look like a man that thrives and likes t

e breast pocket of his tailored black suit, my knuckle

er wear anything

I told him, looking up through my lashes before flipping my hair over my shoulder. I turned

on wa

ut of the building without looking back once. Only when I hit the ope

idn't know I was holding. How on earth were

r between my fiancé and me and

other during this marriage, because we were going to be s