CHAPTER SEVEN
“We are not getting married?” I whisper-asked surprised. What the hell was he talking about?
He let out a low sexy laugh, his dimples deepening a little. Those dimples were his trademark and one of the many reasons why girls would never have enough of him. Almost every other day of the week, he had a new girl on his arm.
“Please, I wouldn’t get married to someone like you. You are way below my league and you are not even my type of girl. And me agreeing to act as your fiancée is a favor I’m doing to my parents. It wouldn’t cost me much to help one little company stand on its roots again,” I stared both dumbfounded and hurt.
It was hard to believe he had just said those words on my face without a hint of remorse or regret on his face. I swallowed deeply refusing t
