His Woman in Disguise

Chapter 1

Note: As for now I do not have any specific ideas on how my characters should look like.. But if y'all have any ideas please comment. Anyways, happy reading!

Martha's POV

“Martha, I need a favour”

“Sure, what is it?” I answered.

“I need you to be Christian Scone’s date for tomorrow’s night charity ball”

“Absolutely, positively not! Are you crazy?!” I yelled.

“I know, I know what I am asking of you is absolutely crazy but please I’m begging you Martha. I’m honestly at the edge right now, I have asked everyone and none of them are free”

Agnes was right. This poor girl was looking high and low for a date for Mr Scone and they all turned her down.

I sighed.

Sure I wanted to help her out, she is my best friend but I made a promise to myself long ago that I would never go on a date until I knew that he was the man for me.

But Christian Nicolas Scone, sigh. He is a whole other level. The thing with this man is that he is shrewd, weird and thinks that he whole world revolves around him. You see, this guy is the CEO of our company and the people that surrounds this man are completely out of my league.

“Please Martha please” Agnes begged

“Pretty please for me”.

“Fine, fine, fine but only this once”

“Oh my-gosh, thank you! Thank you so, so much Martha! I promise it’s only this once. He never takes any of his dates seriously”

I rolled my eyes.

Typical Christian Scone.

“Good but I need a favour in return”

“Anything”

“I don’t want him to recognise me”

“Jeez Martha, it’s not worth it to get Botox for just one date”

Oh my-gosh!

“No! I’m not talking about Botox silly, I’m talking about makeup. I just want to keep my identity private that’s all”

“Okay, if you want to keep your identity private here is what we can do. I’ll tell Mr Scone that he has a date which is you but I will give an alias name. In the meantime, we will look for a makeup artist to jack you up. How’s that?”

“Sounds like a plan to me”

“Oh and another thing. If you really want to irritate your date to end the night early, just tell him about your rich life. How much you’re a daddy’s little princess, your crazy spending habits, your Gucci shoes and all those”

“In short, you’re asking to tell him about my non-existing fantasy dream just so he will send me back early?”

“Yup”

“Fine, thanks for the tip by the way”

“Happy to help”

With that Agnes left my cubicle.

Damn, what have I gotten myself into?

Christian’s POV

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Every section of my table were filled with those documents.

Damn, I should have hired more assistants to settle these kinds of crap.