The Favor: A Marriage of Convenience Romance

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Okay, so I’d occasionally flipped him off or called him a rude asshole. But I’d come to learn that Dane wanted to have at least a few people who’d be honest with him; who’d see past the CEO title and not pussyfoot around him. Of course, if I’d ever showed him attitude in the presence of others, he’d have probably fired me on the spot. Which is why I brought you here. If this was truly a serious date, I’d take you somewhere different than I took the others, so you’d know I don’t see you as a simple companion for the evening.”

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Inside, my brows lifted as I glanced around. This was no casual restaurant. There were no comfy booths, no wall-mounted TVs, no empty tables piled with dirty dishes, no waitresses in mini-skirts. I shook my head. “I’ll tell him at some point. It’s just such a hard situation to properly explain. And then questions will follow that won’t be fun to answer.”Understanding flashed across Hanna’s face. “And so you’d feel disloyal saying anything negative about him, I get it.”

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More, he wanted to ensure that we didn’t wait until late in our lives before we found someone to share that life with. It worked with Travis and Kent. They both married young.” It wasn’t long before our food arrived. We talked as we ate. He didn’t touch me, but he really didn’t need to. Not when he was so wholly focused on me, like every sentence that came out of my mouth was a nugget of pure wisdom. Wherever I went, I’d have been paranoid that someone had seen the video and recognized me from it. And if they had, I’d have had to deal with people laughing, sneering, and maybe even coming onto me, demanding an “encore.” He pulled a face. “Tiffany and I have actually filed for a divorce. People change as they age. We grew into people who still get along well but who are more like housemates. Well, housemates and colleagues—we work at the same company.” I’ve never made any secret of my aversion to relationships. I rarely date the same woman twice, and I don’t take the time to get to know them. People would never buy that I’m suddenly head over damn heels for a relative stranger. It would look especially suspicious to anyone who’s aware of the strings that are attached to my trust fund, yes?”

It wasn’t that I was an unforgiving person. I didn’t hold grudges or refuse to accept apologies. But if a person ever sincerely screwed me over, it was like a mental wall slammed up between us. I didn’t purposely put it there. It just happened. It was a self-defense mechanism, I supposed. It had protected me from my foster sister’s hurtful words and actions for a long time. Their partnership would be no more than a business transaction, but what’s the point in holding out for love when it had granted her no guarantees in the past? Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes on the picture. “Her name’s Vienna. I named her after the sweetest, strongest girl I ever met.”

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Once my meal was ready, I sat at my small dining table and dug into my mac and cheese. My neighbors, sadly, continued to row. And said row got louder and louder. Dane’s mouth curved into a cruel, chilling smile that almost made me shiver. “I’ll make you wish you had.” No, because you don’t complain when I call you on weekends, no matter the hour. You don’t tell me you have plans when I ask you to stay late or spring a late meeting or last-minute business event on you.” Probably because the guy’s wife wanted his company. I’d never met him, but I knew he was married. How? Single men held no appeal for Heather. She was only ever attracted to a man if he was taken. Once he’d left his wife, Heather lost interest in him and soon after moved on. But not before said man had lavished her with expensive gifts.Owen narrowed his eyes, studying Dane hard. “Son of a bitch, I think you might just actually care for her in your own way.” Welcome to the Vault, an exclusive 24-hour club frequented by the rich and famous that caters to many tastes. If you venture down to the infamous basement, there’s one very important rule to follow: In the event that you find yourself officially claimed by a club member, you’d better wear something red. I headed to the door. Reaching it, I looked over my shoulder as I said ever so casually, “Oh, and Travis turned up to see you.”