Julian leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Rule one: We live together. Rule two: Public displays of affection are non-negotiable. Rule three..." He paused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't fall in love with me." "That won't be a problem," Elara lied.
"It’s simple, Elara," Julian said, his voice a low vibration that made her stomach do a nervous flip. "Three months. Four charity galas. One family weekend at the Hamptons. In exchange, your brother’s medical debt vanishes." Billionaire’s Fake Fling by Alexa Hart
Elara stared at the heavy vellum contract on the mahogany desk, then up at Julian Thorne. He was the kind of man who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and expensive cologne. Julian leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers
The first month was easy. It was all designer dresses and practiced smiles. But then came the night of the Solstice Gala. Julian’s hand stayed on the small of her back a second too long; his laughs felt a little too genuine. When they returned to his penthouse, the silence was heavy. Rule three