Would you take the deal of a lifetime? Even if it meant you have to be a rich man's fake fiancée for a year? Well, Ivy took that deal. She's gone years without the need of a male partner in her life, but when it comes to it, money can solve all her...
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"Good morning Mrs. Jones," a sweet voice greets me as I descend the stairs and head straight for the kitchen.
"G' morning," I mumble out with a yawn.
I know I must look like I just crawled out of Satan's ass crack, and my breath probably smells like it too. But I can't function properly unless I've had a cup of coffee, which means I haven't done any of my morning routine yet.
So, the entire house is going to get to see my rat's nest and swollen eyes. Maybe I could put a coffee maker in my room, I have enough space for it. Or is that too excessive?
"Care for a cup of joe?" the voice asks.
I nod, "Where's your machine?"
The voice laughs, "Don't worry about that, I've already made you a cup."
I open my crusted eyelids as far as they can to see a blurred image of my savior, "Is it too early to say I love you?"
She laughs, "Something tells me a certain someone would not be happy about that."
I take the mug she's offering me from her hands and bring the steam to my nostrils, soaking in that glorious smell.
I take a sip of the drink; a rich and creamy substance coats my tastebuds. I feel like a crack addict with the way my mood immediately shifts from grouchy to full of joy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hill, I needed this," I tell her as I go to take a seat on one of the barstools situated on the island.
Her soft brown eyes crinkle as she smiles warmly at me, "Of course dear, would you care for some breakfast?"
I shake my head, "Thanks but I don't eat breakfast."
"You really should, most important meal of the day," a male voice calls out from the next room, Theo appearing as the culprit a few seconds later.
I watch him strut through the kitchen like a sculpted Greek God, all bronze and power as his bicep muscles strain to open the fridge and take out some swamp sludge. He opens his bottle of green goo and chugs it halfway down.
The fuck is that shit? Kale? Did not expect Theo to be a health nut.
His hair is wet with either sweat or water and sticks to his forehead, but most likely sweat seeing as he's dressed in workout clothes and his entire body is glistening like Edward from Twilight.
He looks good. Too good for it being seven in the damn morning.
"Did you just run a marathon?" I ask him from behind my mug.
He raises a brow at me, his breaths labored, "No. I did just finish a two-hour workout though."
