The Billionaire's Accidental Bride

CHAPTER EIGHT

Accidental Touches The kiss lingered. Soft, unexpected, way too real. When I finally pulled back, breathless, I whispered, “That was not part of the contract.” Cole smirked. “No. But you didn’t hate it.” I shoved the car door open and stormed inside the penthouse. He followed, of course. “You’re enjoying this too much,” I snapped. “And you’re fighting it too hard.” I ignored him, pacing the room. My heart was a mess. My head, worse. This was supposed to be fake. Then, days passed. Events blurred. We posed, smiled, touched hands for cameras. But behind closed doors… the tension grew. Brushing hands in the hallway. Shoulders bumping in the kitchen. Lingering stares when we thought the other wasn’t looking. One night, while working late, he brought me tea. I reached for the cup. Our fingers touched. Fire. I dropped it. Liquid spilled. We both bent to clean the mess, too close. His lips hovered near mine again. “Should we stop pretending now?” I leaned closer. Then my phone rang. Damien’s name lit the screen. Cole glanced at it, jaw tightening. “Why is he calling?” “I don’t know,” I whispered. But deep down, I did. Cliffhanger: Because Damien knew our marriage was fake. And now… he had proof.