The Billionaire and His Fake Wife

Chapter Ten

We basically spend the rest of the night studying. Only stopping to get something to eat and eventually sleep. When I wake up the next morning, the first thing on my mind is the contract. It will probably the first thing on my mind every day until we are officially fake married, or whatever we are going to call it.

The entire day feels almost robotic; it’s my normal routine. I get up, get ready, go to class, spend lunch with Lena, finish my classes and go back to the dorm. That is what I have been doing for the past couple years of school. Sure, each semester is a little different with my different class schedules, but the gist of my day is the same. Wake up, go to class, go back to the dorm and study.

I was expecting to have one more year of that routine. Now with this new part of my life coming up. This marriage. This contracted marriage. One whole year of my life, living in a new house with a man I don’t actually know. The only things I know about Carson Williams are the things I have read in the magazines and online articles that are written about him. The only two times I have met him in person have not been the greatest experience.

I am not used to people being so direct, cold and emotionless. The majority of the time if you meet someone new and you are nice to them; they are nice back to you. No, not Mr. Williams. I was nice to him and I got nothing back. I just got stared at.

I make my way back to our dorm at the end of my class day, excited to lay back and relax. Study some more for my finals, maybe catch up on some sleep. However, the second I walk through the door, Lena is standing there with a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Heyyyy.” She says, giving me a mischievous smile.

“Hey? What’s going on?” I ask, cautiously. I’m not really sure why she is looking at me like that right now.

Lena’s smile gets even bigger. “It’s time for you to get ready.” She says.

“Ready for what?” I ask, feeling even more confused. I have to be missing something. I don’t understand why she is looking at me like this.

Lena sighs, smile falling. “Did you seriously already forget or are you just chickening out on me?” She asks.

I stare at her for a second, trying my hardest to figure out what she is talking about. That’s when it dawns on me. We are going to the club. I told her she could take me to the club, so we could find a man for me. “The club?” I ask, in a quiet voice.

“Yes! The club. Did you really forget already?” She asks, looking both amused and amazed by my forgetfulness.

It’s not that I really forgot, I think I just kind of pushed it out of my mind. My classes kept me busy today, and going to a club was not really on my mind. Now that it is back on my mind, I get a fresh wave of nervousness. Maybe I should just back out. I already know I’m probably not going to follow through with this. The most I might get out of tonight is a kiss.

“I- umm, I don’t-“ I start to back out, but Lena cuts me off.

“Nope. I don’t want to hear it.” She says, waving her hand in the air to cut me off. “You are not backing out Ashlyn. You need to do this. It is the only way you are going to feel comfortable with this contracted marriage. Let’s just go out and see what happens. If you don’t find anyone tonight, the least you will do is have fun.”

I sigh. I guess she is right. I might not even find a guy tonight, but it will be nice to spend time with Lena. Even if all we do is dance and drink a little. Well, I will be drinking. Lena is not old enough to drink. “Fine, I will still go.” I say.

Lena squeals excitedly, clapping her hands. “Come on, we better find you something to wear.” She says, as she runs over to our shared closet. We wear about the same size, although our tastes in clothing are a little different. I am usually more on the conservative, business attire side. While Lena does wear some business attire, she has a little bit more of the risky tastes.

Some of the things in her closet make me blush just looking at them. Lena starts flipping through our closet, looking at all the different clothes. She pulls out a few different tops. Tops that I sincerely hope she picked out for herself. Of course that is just wishful thinking though. She turns around, smiling at me. “I need you to try these on please.” She says, handing me four different shirts. Shirts that did not come from my side of the closet.

"You're kidding right?" I say, as I look down at the shirts she handed me. The most concerning one is the one right on top. A shirt that I would consider to be more lingerie rather than a shirt. It's a corset style top, very thin straps, and a very deep V-neck. Who even wears something like that in public?

Lena laughs. "Just try them on for me, please. If you don't like them, we will find something more boring for you to wear."

I shake my head, laughing. "I am not boring. I just don't like showing everything off like this."

Lena smirks. "Girl, if I had your body, I would show it off everywhere I went. Now, put the shirts on."

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Lena won't give up on this, so I might as well just try the shirts on. I lay the shirts on my bed, starting with the least revealing one. It's a light blue haltertop, the back is almost completely open. At least my boobs will be covered up though.

Lena sits on her bed, waiting not very patiently for me to change into the shirt. I turn around and Lena gives me a small smile. "You look good, but I'm not feeling it. Try on another one."

I laugh. "You are so bossy today."

Lena shrugs. "I can't help it, now go." She says as she waves a hand towards the other shirts on her bed.

I try on the next two, getting the same reaction from her. "If you didn't like the first three, what makes you think you are going to like this one?" I ask, staring down at the red corset.

"Because your body is literally made for tops like that, just try it on. If you hate it, we will find something else." She says.

I sigh, stripping back down, just to put the corset style top on. I readjust myself trying to get comfortable before turning around to show Lena. "What do you think?" I ask, feeling very out of my comfort zone.

Lena gasps and her eyes go wide. "Oh. My. God. You look incredible. You have to wear that one."

"Really?" I ask, looking down at myself.

Lena nods her head, standing up and walking over to me. "Yes. Look at yourself." She says, as she turns me towards the mirror.

I'm honestly shocked when I see myself in the mirror. I don't even look like myself. The corset top hugs and accentuates my curves, and the breast area isn't as revealing as I thought it would be. Which is a plus. I hate to admit it, but I honestly like it. Wearing this shirt makes me feel confident and sexy. Two things I normally don't feel.

"What do you think?" She asks, making eye contact with me through the mirror.

I smile. "I actually like it."

Lena squeals hugging me from behind. "This is so exciting. Let's find you some jeans or a skirt or something." She says as she rushes back over to the closet.

I keep staring at myself in the mirror. This is it. After tonight I will no longer be a quiet, shy virgin. Then in just a few days I will be someone's wife. Everything is changing so fast.