My Fake Billionaire Husband

Let Me Be Crystal Clear

My fake husband’s point of view:

I blink my eyes several times, trying to wake up from the nightmare I’m having, but no matter how many times I close and open my eyes, these people are still there with their loud voices and irrational conversations. Everything was so blurry and so echoed that I was trying to absorb the chat and the back and forth of questions and answers they were having. I’m not the type that will let anyone control me or any of my decisions, and I’m sure as hell that no one can force me to marry someone I don’t know. I’m an Alpha, a self-made heartless Alpha. It’s not ego or arrogance, but I worked hard to get where I am, but there’s something about her, something about her eyes that is pulling me to her, to rescue her and to help her. Everything was noisy until the echo of her father’s one million dollar question rang in my ears: what’s my name?

I'm sorry to inform you, sir, but your naughty daughter is sharing a bed with a man whose name she doesn't know.I know I have to do something. I have to help her and stand by her side, not because I’m afraid of her father or the whole crazy crowd here... but because she lied and I know she did, and I will enjoy irritating her about it. Katy and I are working together on this issue. No matter how we ended up here or who is to blame, I can not leave her alone now. Yesterday, she put limits between us. She rejected me. She provoked me, but if I stand by her now, that will work for my benefits. She will pay me big time. She is at my mercy. I look at her, and something softens inside my heart when our eyes meet.

Katy is desperate. She’s trying to come up with an answer when I interrupt her and extend my hand to shake her father's, and I say:

"Excuse me, sir. My name is Mark, Mark Connors, and I love your daughter dearly. I'm the one who convinced her of the marriage idea. "

I take the lead in the conversation because her father seems to be the type who prefers talking to a man. I look at her, there’s something different about her, there’s something so mysterious to me that I need to figure it out, and it's doing some work in my heart.

"I love her so much, I can’t live without her. She is not to be blamed. " I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t, so I continue:

We made a mistake by marrying without your permission, but I couldn't bear the thought of her breaking my heart because you, sir, didn't approve of our relationship.Your daughter has enlightened my life. She gives me a reason to smile. I really can’t live without her. "

I look at her to reassure her that the play is on, and the main actor is in the field. I’m here for you, sexy fake wife, I've got your back, Katy.

Her father looks at us suspiciously. He doubts every word we said, but he shakes my hand and says:

"Mark, I am Caleb Smith, and I don’t like what you did." He presses hard on my hand, like a threatening sign. "I will teach you a big lesson for marrying a girl without her father’s permission."

I know I am in big trouble, and one person against ten isn’t a fair fight, and Katy is worth the lie. I have to get out of the issue with the least possible damage, since they don't know who I am. I'd prefer to avoid a scandal.

"Caleb, I respect what you said. The marriage paper is yet to be done, but I would love to have your permission to stand by your daughter for the rest of our lives. "

The two-hour interrogation began with: when did you get married; how did we meet; what do I do for a living; do I own a house; and many other questions, some of which Katy answered and some of which I did.

But the summary of our love story is that we got married last night, the marriage papers are yet to be done, and we are crazy in love with each other.

Finally, the crazy people left, and her father gave us a warning, that we should live in my house, not in this little studio. He warned us that he would come to check if we moved to my place.

I look at her and, with an irritated tone, I say

"Congratulations wife! What the hell was that? "

"I apologize for dragging you into this, Mark, but I had no choice."She looks pale and ashamed.

"Clearly!!! This kind of mindset still exists! I never knew people still thought this way. "

"What are you doing here? Why were you in my bed? What happened yesterday? "

"I don’t know, I don’t remember. Maybe we had fun together." I swear she's looking at me as if she's about to commit the perfect murder.Then I continued, "Don’t worry baby, it’s no longer an issue, I am your beloved husband now." I winked at her.

"Mark, spare me your unnecessary comments."

"Oh really? I hate to tell you this, but I’m your husband in front of your family. Unless you want to tell them the truth, baby, well, I don’t mind. "

"Mark, please don’t make it harder..."

She looks sad and ashamed of what happened. I look around. Her studio is furnished in a modern style, and is designed for single people. There’s an American-style kitchen with a small bar, an L-shaped sofa, her wardrobe has five doors, a table dinner for four, a bathroom, and, of course, the bed.

"Nice place."

"Thanks," she replies,

"I can buy it for you, baby. All it takes is for you to give me the owner’s number and I’ll pay for it. Just let us end this lie you created. " I know I’m arrogant and rude, but actually, I need to know if she is one of these girls that would do anything to trap me in these situations. I need to know if I pay her the amount she wants, will she leave me alone?

"Oh really?! How generous of you. OK, write down the name. It’s registered under Miss Katy Smith, I bought it last year. You can keep your money to yourself. I don’t need it. Or you can spend it on someone else who would trap you in these situations. "

Bravo Mark, well done. I look away from her, avoiding her furious, disgusted look at me. "My bad Katy, I just assumed that..."

"Don’t assume, Mark. Save it for yourself. "

She looks like a decent girl, not the type that will trap me in this, so I assume that it was me who jumped into her last night, but what happened? How did we end up here? I look around, trying to come up with a subject so I can break this awkward silence happening between us.

"I don’t remember how we ended up together, but I drank too much last night, and I think you did the same. But if anything physical happened last night, then it was consensual, and don’t get me wrong, if money can solve the issue, I’m ready to pay for anything. "

"Mark, you look like one of those men who is always in control, and I can see that being in this situation is not comfortable for you, but we are in big trouble, and I don’t know how we will get out of it, but for the second, third, and hundredth time, let me be crystal clear, I’m not after your money."

Alright, lesson learned. I won’t say stupid things anymore unless she proves me wrong.

"Let’s just go with the flow now, and see what happens. We need to act for a while for your parents, and the people around us, but let me be crystal clear: marriage isn’t my thing. "

I know that Katy will be a big trouble for me, I've never met a woman like her. She’s strong and confident, sexy as hell, innocent as an angel. She is the perfect combination of a woman.

"Katy, about last night..."

She waves for me not to talk, and then she says:

"Let’s just forget about it."

For once in my life, I was trying to take into consideration the person standing in front of me, I was trying to explain last night’s kiss and dance, but she said to forget about it. Is she playing some mind games with me? Girls would dream of me talking to them like this, and she’s just careless. This lady must learn a lesson. Never speak to Mark Connors this way, baby! I don’t know if it’s her way of talking to me that is provoking me or the fact that I've never met a lady that doesn’t like me and is not affected by my presence, but she’s here showing me clearly to my face how much she hated being together. Yesterday, I couldn’t control myself when I was next to her, and I felt like I wanted to kiss those lips badly, and the weird thing is that I want to kiss her right now, and have my wicked ways with her body. Unfortunately, I have to keep myself on the safe side and away from any kind of feelings for her. My fake wife needs to hear my following statement very well.

"Don’t worry, Katy, you are not my type of woman, with all due respect."