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“To my room and away from you!” I retort, my voice rising when he grabs my arm to stop me.
“Let go of me!” I seethe, trying to break free from his grasp. He releases my arm but continues to stand in front of the door, blocking my exit.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I say firmly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You have to,” he insists, his voice pleading now. “Please, Bree. Just for a couple of days until they leave. Then we can figure everything out.”
I shake my head, frustration bubbling inside me. “No way. I will not pretend to be engaged to someone I barely know just because you couldn’t handle your parents‘ pressure!”
“It’s not like that,” he argues, desperation evident in his tone. “You don’t understand.”
“Then make me understand,” I challenge him, raising an eyebrow at him.
He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair before speaking again. “My parents have been trying to get me married ever since my wife passed away. They want me to move on and have a happy life. But I’m not ready for that yet.”
I feel a pang in my chest at his words and the mention of his late wife. I can only imagine how painful it must be for him to talk about her.
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“But why did you have to drag me into this?” I demand. He can give me all the puppy dog eyes he wants; I am not going along with this!
“My mother rang, talking about setting me up with Sancha’s daughter. I panicked and said I was engaged. Okay!” I shake my head.
“No, you tell them, or I will. I can’t do this, I can’t break Max’s heart like this, and I refuse for this to go further,” I tell him.
“Bree!” he growls when I shove past him, reaching for the door.
“If you need me… For Max, I will be in my room!” I snap at him when his hand falls on the door, stopping me from opening it. I growl, but he growls louder behind me, pressing his chest to my back.
“Well, that won’t be happening, not until they leave, at least,” he counters, and I spin around to glare at him. He steps closer, his gaze holding mine.
“No, I am not playing this game, Soren. I agreed to be your son’s nanny, not lie to your parents for you!” I snap at him, pressing against his chest.
I’m about to argue further when he pins me against the wall, his eyes searching mine. “Please just do this, and I’ll wipe your debt for the funeral. It’ll be a week max, and once they leave, I will tell them you cheated,” he says, almost pleading. I scoff at his words and turn my face away from him.
“Wait, not only do I have to pretend we are a loving couple, but you then want me to be the bad one when our sham engagement is called off. Heck no.”
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“Fine, then you can tell my parents you’re calling off our wedding.”
“We aren’t even engaged!” I yell at him when he clamps a hand over my mouth.
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“You’re right. I need to get you a ring to make it look more legit,” he mumbles while I glare in horror at him. “So what will it be? Are you telling them you cheated, or are you playing along?” he asks, removing his hand from my mouth.
“Now you’re blackmailing me?”
“Is it working?” he asks, and I glare at him.
“You’re insane!” I snap at him, but he doesn’t let go.
The absurdity of the situation almost makes me laugh.
“Insane for you, for an entire week,” he adds, and I can’t help but let out a reluctant chuckle.
“That was so cheesy,” I laugh. Soren stares at me, and I roll my eyes at him; he can’t be serious.
“Please, once I get rid of them, we can return to normal,” he adds, pressing closer.
“And what about Max?” I ask, and he swallows guiltily.
“I’ll explain to him, I promise,” he whispers. His hand gently slides along my arm, stealing my breath away as it leaves a trail of goosebumps. He presses closer, eliminating any space between our bodies. Heat rushes through me at the contact, his muscular chest against mine; I peer up at him and sigh, seeing the desperation on his face. What’s a week? I can pretend for a week, right?
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As I peer up into his eyes, seeing raw emotion burning there – it makes me ache for him despite everything. “Fine,” I hear myself agreeing to this crazy plan. I push against his chest, and he steps aside and says something, but I am already opening the door.
“Where are you going?” he asks, and I turn to face him.
“To bed!” I snap.
“You’ll be sleeping in my room,” he tells me, and I stop. My heart hammers against my rib cage at the implication of those words- sharing a bed with him. Oh, heck no! I draw the line at lying for him! I am not sleeping with him too!
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