The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(96)

"I fuck you because that's the only way I can show you what you mean to me," he says in a low voice.

I raise my hand. "Look, you don’t have to try to claim you have feelings for me, because we both know you don’t."

He firms his jaw but doesn’t deny what I said. He. Doesn’t. Deny that he has no feelings for me. I knew it. Of course, I did. But when he confessed to allowing another woman to pretend that she's his wife— It all feels too overwhelming.

"I need to leave." I glance down at my ruined jacket. "Damn it, and everyone outside is going to know what we’ve been up to."

"You’re my wife. Who cares if they speculate what we’ve been up to?"

"I’m also your employee, so I care." I jut out my chin.

"In which case,"—he widens his stance—"you’re fired."





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Penny’s bucket list





Type at 250 words a minute (done!)

Have 5 O’s in the course of 1 night (I’ll settle for 1 tbh) => Almost made this one last night when he gave me 4 orgasms. OMG 4 freakin’ orgasms!

Learn to cook a gourmet meal. => I wasn’t very good at it, but it’s the spirit that counts, right?

Act in a movie or a play—I’ll take a street act => It didn’t go down that well. :(

See the London Ice Kings play a game.

Swim with dolphins.

See the Northern Lights.

Climb Uluru in Australia.

Eat a chocolate croissant in a sidewalk café in Paris.

Be dominated. (Uh, maybe this should go up to the top?)

Find a man who cares for my mother as much as I do.

Be proposed to by the man I love.

Explore anal. (I’m chicken so this is right at the bottom—pun intended. Hahahaha!)





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Penny





"He fired you?" Mira asks me with a wide-eyed gaze.

I left the office, pausing only long enough to peek in on Tiny on the first floor of the building where Knight instituted a doggy day care.

I turned down Rudy’s offer of a lift and took public transport to the apartment I’d shared with Mira.

A-n-d you heard that right. The wonders of having money—you wave your hand, and up springs a day care center for pets in the building that houses your office, with qualified staff to take care of the fur babies. That move earned Knight a lot of brownie points with his staff, not that he's aware of it. Not that he did it with the view to garnering good will. He explained that this way, Tiny would be taken care of during the day, and he could peek in on the mutt. Of course, now that I'm not working, I can take care of Tiny. Assuming I'm staying with him. Which I'm not really sure about.

"Yep, gave me some bullshit about my being his wife, so it doesn’t make sense for me to work for him." I peer into the glass of wine Mira poured for me as soon as I walked in the door.

"You are his wife—"

"Fake wife," I burst out. "Also, he has another wife."

"Eh?" She blinks. "What do you mean fake wife? And he can’t have another wife. You’re his wife."

Oh, ugh, I broke the non-disclosure clause in the agreement I signed. Well, too late now.

"He, uh, proposed I marry him—not for real, of course—so he could fulfill the conditions his father laid down and get full control of his company. Also because"—I hunch my shoulders—"uh, we had unprotected sex, so..." I blush a little. Damn, I sound so stupid when I say that aloud. Who, in this day and age, has sex without a condom?

"You’re not on birth-control?" She frowns.

"Never thought about it, to be honest—" She opens her mouth, and I raise my hand. "In retrospect, it was incredibly stupid of me, but I was too focused on taking care of my mum and finding a job to pay my bills. Also, you knew I was a virgin, so I really didn’t feel the need to be on it."

"And he didn’t wear a condom?"

I shake my head. "He said he got too carried away in the moment."

"Hmm."

"What does that mean?"

"The same Knight who’s always so wound up and tightly in control got carried away."

"You don’t think he did it on purpose, do you?" I ask in a small voice.

"Hey, I’m not here to guess at his motives. Maybe it was an honest mistake. Maybe." She raises a shoulder. "Maybe it wasn’t."

"Either way, I’m fucked. Literally. Because I could be pregnant with his child."

She gapes. "Jesus, I need a drink." She takes a sip of the wine from her glass, then glances at mine. "No wonder you aren’t drinking now. In fact," —she knits her eyebrows—"you weren’t drinking at your reception, either."

"I wish I’d been able to. When he left halfway through that lunch, I wanted to sink through the floor and hide myself."

"He’s really making your life interesting, huh?" she murmurs.

I laugh. "Oh, my god, you’ve become so Brit in your reactions."

"Right?" She puffs up her chest. "I’ve been practicing how to be understated. I guess it’s paying off."