Page 24 of Prince Un-Charming


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“Hi. I’m outside your condo. I need to talk to you.”

“Be right there.” I hang up before she can ask any questions, and I turn to my dinner companion who won’t be staying my companion for long.

“I’m sorry, Jessica, but I have a work emergency.” Not a lie. Just not the whole truth. “I have to go. It was a lovely evening. I don’t think I’ll be in the country much longer, unfortunately, so I don’t think I’ll be seeing you. Take care, though. Good luck with the rats!”

I place some hundreds on the table, take a final swig of wine, and hurry out too quickly for Jessica to catch up.

Vivienne’s waiting. I have no time to waste.

Getting into my car, I have the vague awareness that it’s not just me out here, but I still drive like a man on a mission. I swerve out onto the street, and a few times I nearly rear-end a few cars. I want to get there as fast as possible.

Excitement rushes to my head. I want to see her. I want her close to me. She’s a breath of fresh air compared to the women I’ve been forcing myself to spend time with this past week.

I reach my building in record time. See how fast you can travel when you completely ignore traffic laws? Tossing my car keys to the nearest valet, I rush into the building’s lobby and punch the button for the thirty-third floor to my condo.

“Hurry up, hurry up,” I say to the empty elevator, watching in agony as it travels far too slowly for my liking.

The elevator stops for a tiny white-haired woman holding a matching white dog in her purse. She’s going up, too, but she stops at the thirtieth floor. I force a smile as she leaves the elevator, but that façade drops quickly once she’s gone.

Why is it taking an eternity? I tap my foot incessantly. Finally, the doors swing open. Vivienne is right there, dressed in her usual modest attire, standing outside my condo.

She gnaws on her bottom lip as she grips tightly on the strap of her purse. She’s so cute, and outside of the office, she always looks more glamorous. I wouldn’t mind coming home to her each day.

“Vivienne.”

Our eyes lock, and she stiffens once she sees me.

“Hello.” She gives me a kind, demure smile that just ruins me. “I hope I didn’t interrupt something important. It sounded like you were somewhere crowded.”

I notice she’s holding her reading glasses, which for some reason is adorable.

“Nope, not at all. In fact, you saved me. I was so happy to see your call anyway. But you got me out of an uncomfortable situation. You made my day.”

“Really? That makes my day to hear that.” Vivienne raises a brow and stares at me with her big dark eyes that make it nearly impossible to turn away.

To be honest, I like studying her features. Those eyes, and those lips, immediately called out to me when I first met her.I made her day, too.

“So, what did you want to talk about, Vivienne? I assume it’s important.”

I cross my arms over my chest, but there’s a spark of hope in my heart that flutters at the chance that she’s going to mention the proposal. She would solve all of my problems in an instant.

“Yes, it is.” She picks at her lips before continuing. “I’ve thought about it for a while and…”

She takes a deep breath and nods.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” My eyes widen. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Holy shit. My stomach clenches up on me.

“Yes what, Vivienne? You’ll have to be more specific.”

A weak laugh falls from her lips. She averts her gaze and runs a hand through her curly hair. That should be my fingers threading through her locks. I bet they smell good. She always smells good, like a field of flowers.

“Yes, Caesar. Let’s get married.” She opens her arms wide before dropping them loudly at her sides. “I spelled it out for you. Are you happy now?”

I am. I’m very happy now.

Vivienne wants to be my wife. Fake wife. Fake or not, she’s the answer to my prayers.

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