Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 48 | Anupama

"Are you sure this looks bridal?" I spin in front of the mirror, catching the eyes of my best friends in the mirror. My hands run down the silk dress, marveling at the way it hugs my curves perfectly, but still leaves a little to the imagination.

"You look hot as fuck," Devika chirps from behind me. She picks up a pair of my red bottoms, raising her eyebrows as she inspects the heel.

"I think you look stunning," Stella agrees.

"Is it chic enough? Formal enough? I didn't know when Anuj suggested an engagement party that it would be this...elaborate."

Devika hums. "Keep telling yourself that, Anupama. You're marrying into old money; every occasion is an excuse to throw a party."

I grab a pearl studded headband from the armoire in the far closet. I haven't slept in my bed since the night Anuj and I returned from the business trip, but I've been insistent on keeping my closet up here instead of moving all my things in with Anuj. It's nice to have a space that feels like my own, to have a little bit of space away from Anuj at times. It feels like we spend every waking second together. We live together, work together, do everything together. I wouldn't have it any other way, I love that Anuj is always showering me with his attention, even when it's in the smallest of ways. It's just that I think I love it a little too much. The feelings I have for him get stronger every single day, and even though he's steadfast in showing me that he cares for me, I can't help but have doubts.

Everything about us was built on being fake. While things have become real for me, I can't help but wonder where his head is at. Does he still expect for us to end after a year? Does he want to see where this leads? I can't get my head on straight when it comes to him. I've been too swept in relishing in his constant attention and affection that I haven't had time to really figure out if we're on the same page. It's messing with my head.

Like right now. If I let myself, this could feel like a real engagement party for Anuj and me. I could let myself imagine discussing wedding plans with people and telling them about the actual wedding I envision having one day. All of it is feeling too real. Anuj and I have been swept up in planning an extravagant engagement party in a week that we haven't even stopped to talk about what happened at dinner with his parents last week. We've been in a fog of working, planning and joining our bodies any spare moment we can find. I've never felt so desired in my life. It's like we can't keep our hands off one another. I can't complain about it, but I also feel like once this party is done with, we need to have a serious talk about the feelings that are happening.

I need to know he's as in it as I am.

A hand smacks my butt. "Stop staring at yourself." Devika smiles from behind me, wrapping her arms around my middle and resting her chin on my shoulder. Stella comes to the other side, all three of us locked in an embrace as we stare at our reflections in the mirror.

"I always thought Stella would be the first to get married." Devika looks over at Stella and winks.

"Why? Because you thought my father would marry me off to one of the trust fund babies I grew up with?"

Devika shrugs. "Well yes. Too bad your heart—well at least your clit—is preoccupied at the moment."

My jaw drops. "Excuse me, what?" I stare at Stella through the mirror. Stella shoots a dirty look at Devika. "Devika doesn't know what she's talking about," she hisses. "Anyway, tonight isn't about me. It's about you."