Fake Date, Real Fate

I felt my heart slam against my ribcage. My mouth went dry. It couldn’t be—no, surely not that Adrien.

But the name glared back at me like it knew exactly what it was doing.

Adrien. The... The guy from the line. The VIP jerk. The annoying, arrogant, extremely outrageous man who—

The same man who had carried me like I weighed nothing.

Who had called me his girlfriend in a room full of socialites?

Who had whispered, "This has affected all future relationships," like he meant it.

That Adrien?

I must be wrong... right?

I barely had time to process the whirlwind of emotions threatening to pull me under when the door opened again.

"Mr. Walton will see you now."

And just like that, I stepped into what was suddenly so much more than a job interview.