My Fake Billionaire Husband

Unfamiliar Reasons Popping Up

Mark's Point of View

When her tears ran down her cheeks, I couldn’t hold my arms from hugging her. I grabbed a chance to smell her scent so close to me. I am confused between being nice to her or being my usual arrogant self that keeps people away from me. When she lay on my chest, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders; I had never cared before if someone was happy or sad, if they needed to talk or not, or if they needed a friend; all I had cared about until today was my business and my family. No one other than them can cross the line of being close to me, yet once she cried, I couldn’t handle it. At that moment, when I touched her cheeks and pulled her to my chest, a deep inner war rose. There was a feeling inside of me that wanted to kiss her with her moody attitude and another feeling that was telling me to get my running shoes and run away from this. I have never experienced this kind of intimacy with someone before. This is too dangerous, not like what life threatens, but more like emotions popping up, kind of threatening.

She’s closing every door I’m trying to open. She doesn’t want to move in with me, but I know that I should somehow convince her to live with me.

"Katy, to convince your parents that we are married, we need to convince ourselves first and everyone around us. We will do this together, but it will be our secret. Everyone must believe in our love at first sight, and how we got crazy about each other in the blink of an eye. And we do need to move in together because, to your parents, we are married, and to others, we will be soon. "

I always thought that keeping a distance between people and me was the best decision I ever made in my life, but I’m breaking every rule for her. Just a while ago, I tried to bribe her and buy her the studio to get out of the issue, yet now I find myself wanting to be involved more. The best thing to do is to find a safe way out and stay away from her. Keep being the player with no commitments, yet here I am thinking about convincing a girl I met yesterday to be my fake wife. There’s something wrong with me. Why am I digging deep into this?

"So what are you saying exactly?" She asked anxiously.

"We have to work this out together. We will be married for a few months. We can either be friends with benefits at this time and enjoy each other's company, or just be friends living under the same roof. At the same time, I will help you get the freedom you’re craving, and at the same time, we will convince your family that our marriage is not working and it's better if we break up. It's just a strategy we need to think about. "

She looks at me suspiciously, as if she's not into what I’m saying.

"How will you benefit from all of this?"

Well, the good thing is she’s not the type I will get bored with. She’s a smart wife. She irritates me, she provokes me, and she won’t stop asking if she’s not convinced. Honestly, there aren’t any major benefits for me, but I know if I say so, she won’t accept the contract marriage, and she will have a massive problem with her family. In addition, I don't know why I want to know her more.

The naughty side of me will benefit from her luscious beauty. There are many things that I would do to her, but she would better see, feel, and taste all the pleasures we can have.

"I had some previous issues with girls trying to blackmail me for money. Consider it a work contract; you have your responsibilities, rules, and limitations.It’s a contract marriage."

"So you are saying that we will have a contract marriage, where we will know our duties and our limits?" She's asking for clarification.

"Exactly. I will get my lawyer to write one. We will point out our rules, revise them, and sign them. You don’t have to answer me now, but I don’t see any other way out. " Well, I’m lying. I see a lot of ways out, but this way is my favorite.

"So we can be just friends under one roof, since I’m not your type, and you’re not my type."

This is sometimes the disadvantage of being with a smart, independent girl; she doesn't forget, she isn't tempted by what you can give her, and she constantly traps you in questions.

Seriously speaking, if I spent my whole night yesterday admiring her, how did the -you are not my type- sentence escape my mouth? Why do I have to be arrogant? I need a fun recovery answer so we can calm things down.

I took her hand and lifted her to stand. I turn her to face the mirror. Her eyes were checking both of us attentively. Katy is gorgeous; she's so admirable in all her conditions. When I place my hand on her shoulder, I can feel the tension between us.

"Katy, look at yourself..." Then I move closer to her ear, and my hands are still caressing her shoulder while she’s trembling from my touch.

"Now look at me."

I take a deep breath and decide to be funny and cool once in a lifetime because she needs to laugh and relax. "Sometimes, even someone like me, who's full of himself, can be a fool and say stupid things like "you’re not my type." Look at how beautiful, hot, and attractive you are. I was just messing with you. "

She smiles, with a look of pride rising on her face.

"You know, I noticed yesterday how you were affected by me." She hides her eyes with her hands and giggles.

Is she just as adorable when she’s shy? Or maybe it’s just the affection of meeting someone as innocent as she. The more she’s shy, the more I desire her to be naughty for me. only for me.

"About your offer, I need to think about it." She says it quietly.

I don’t have to go through any of this, and I know a thousand ways out, but I want to help her, I want to stand by her. It will be a fun adventure to take. People with this innocent heart and good intentions are never harmful, they are more like a piece of heaven coming into your life. I want to explore her every side, like a mysterious galaxy. I would like to be her friend and her husband, and I would love to get to know her for some unfamiliar reasons that are popping up suddenly deep in my heart.