Liar, Liar

Not Part Of The Plan

It's been a few months since you came out to his mother about the fake engagement. She took it surprisingly well and that still shocked you to this day — you were waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under you at any point. She's still adamant about planning the perfect wedding, although you spoke with her about wanting to take your time and actually build a relationship with h/n, fake engagement aside.

Speaking of, things with h/n have been perfect. Almost too perfect. But you shouldn't look a gift horse in it's mouth or whatever the saying is. Each day with him was precious and you wanted it to be like this always.

Oh, work. Work has been phenomenal. Your transition was seamless asides from that nasty bump in the road. Everybody gave you the respect you deserved and didn't question your decisions or wonder if you were receiving any special treatment. Their respect gave you your professional confidence back and it meant everything.

You rolled over in bed, facing h/n who was knocked out. You couldn't fall asleep — you felt hot and then you felt cold. You hoped you weren't coming down with anything.

You focused on h/n and traced his long lashes with your finger. Why did men have such nice lashes? And then his nose, and finally his lips. He scrunched his nose and you paused, afraid you had woken him up, and then the frown on his face settled and he held his peaceful look again.

Your heart beat steady as you stared at him. Earlier this year, he was the boss you couldn't stand and now he's in your bed. He cooks for you. Cleans for you. Treats you like the queen you didn't know you deserved to be treated like. Did you do something right in a past life or something? You fell asleep to that thought.

The next day at work, you were busy typing up a document when h/n's cousin stood by your desk, staring at you.

"Can I help you?"

"Have you checked your phone?" He asked.

"No. Why?" You reached in your pocket but he grabbed your arm.

"Don't."

He was being weird and you didn't understand why. Did something happen? Was h/n hurt? Wanting to know, you pulled your phone out and saw all of the alerts on your phone, one of them read:

CEO SO DESPERATE HE HIRED HIS ASSISTANT TO PLAY FIANCÉ

You clicked the article and quickly read through, the more you read, the more outrageous it got. You looked up at h/n's cousin and he had a look of pity.

"I'm fine," you reassured him. "We're months past this yet they're only getting wind of it now. I just can't help but wonder who blabbed."

He crossed his arms, brows furrowed. "When there's money involved, morals take a back seat."

You put your phone away. "I'm just going to finish this up," you said as you gestured to your laptop.

"You sure you okay?" He asked, still lingering by you.

"I promise. If anything, I'm just annoyed that they don't have anything better to do."

After a few seconds of hesitation, he walked into his office. You released a sigh of relief and leaned back in your chair.

An hour later, he stuck his head out of his office, Bluetooth in ear, keys in hand. "Do you mind grabbing some of the supplies from my trunk?"

You nodded and grabbed the keys, fighting a wave of nausea. You took the elevator all the way down. You forgot which car was his so you clicked the unlock button on the remote and a sleek silver Maybach flashed back at you.

This family truly was made of money. You quickly walked around it to the back and opened up the trunk, spotting a box that contained a few items.