The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

Blinding rays of sunlight diffracted through the curtain blinds, and seeped into my tightly shut eyes, yanking me out of a light sleep.

Today was d-day, and I felt extremely giddy at the thought of going back to college.

No, even giddy was an understatement.

I felt elated, ecstatic, joyful, and so merry that I could fly with happiness.

I had missed school so much. I had missed socializing with people of my age.

But underneath the jubilant wave of excitement swirling within me, there was a thin glimmer of anxiety tinged with trepidation.

It had been two years since I last went to school, and I couldn’t help but fear that I may seem dull to my course mates.

As if to shake off the fearful thoughts of low self esteem issues away from my mind, the alarm on the nightstand dinged.

With a deep sigh, I turned it off and darted a wistful stare at Roman’s side of the bed.

Earlier today, I had sensed him leaving for work, and something inside me wished he was here to encourage me and distract my mind from raging anxiety.

Snap out of it, Sofie. Why would he do that for you? You are becoming more delusional as time goes by, you better get rid of your stupid sentiments, I scolded myself as I stepped into the bathroom.

Shrugging off my nightwear, I stepped into the bathtub after plopping a vanilla-scented bath bomb into the warm water.

A couple of minutes later, I headed out of the bathroom to lay out the outfit which I had carefully chosen the previous day and instantly, I felt the turbid tide of uncertainty inside me dissipate.

I could do this. I would do this for myself.

This was the only way out of the wretched, poverty-stricken lifestyle that my parents had carved out for me besides becoming a stripper.

Deep down inside me, I knew I could never become a stripper because I was easily irritated by men and I just couldn’t stand the thought of flaunting my naked self in front of lust-filled, balding old men who probably had wives and children at home.

My morals couldn’t allow it yet it allowed me to conspire with Roman to lie to his grandmother.

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I would never be able to look Nana in the face any more and that was if she didn’t get me arrested for lying to her. I had been with the woman on numerous occasions to know that she was a strict disciplinarian who took nonsense from no one.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smile as I ran my hands down my hips.

I was clad in a pair of tightly fitted black slacks, coupled with a turtleneck tank top and a pink cardigan worn over it, to tone out the darkness of the outfit.

For accessories, the diamond engagement ring was firmly encircled around my left finger and as for my wrist, the bracelet Roman had gotten for me in Greece was cinched around it.

I still felt immensely scared of wearing something so expensive but Roman wouldn’t have any of that. He had instructed me the other day to always make sure I had the engagement ring and the Cartier bracelet on.

They looked exquisite together, he had explained.

Wearing them together made me realize he was right.

I slid my feet into a pair of black pumps before grabbing the Alexander Mcqueen black tote bag which Roman had gotten for me yesterday, from the dresser.

“All done.” I whispered as I spritzed a generous amount of Roman’s musky cologne all over myself.

If Roman couldn’t physically be with me, I could at least carry his scent along with me.

Afterward, I headed downstairs to grab a sandwich to eat in the car but I was astonished to see Roman in flesh and blood sitting at the head of the dining table with a wry smile on his lips.

Had he not gone to work hours ago?

“Hey, cara. How did you sleep?” He asked as he walked up to me and slid his arms around my waist.

“Good. I-I thought you left for the company.” I blurted out as he traced circles on my cheeks.

“How can I do that? I have to be here for you on your first day back at college to cheer you on.” He muttered, placing a kiss on my lips.

Gosh, this man confused my heart so bad.

Why was he being so sweet and thoughtful? I wanted him to act insolently like he used to do, so that I could quickly get rid of my unsolicited feelings for him.

“Good morning, madam. Here you go.” Melissa handed me a foiled package which smelled like cheese and bread.

Roman smiled down at me, “It’s sandwich, I asked her to pack it for you but I can wait if you wish to eat it here,”

I suddenly had the urge to passionately kiss Roman as he grinned at me.

I really hoped whatever we currently had between us lasted for as long as it could.

I nodded as I carefully placed the sandwich inside my bag, “I’ll just take it with me, thank you.” before kissing him.

“You’re always welcome, baby. Now let’s be on our way, Nathan is waiting.”

“Yes, sure.”

“Good morning, Madam Sofie.” Nathan bowed to me.

“Good morning, Nathan.” I smiled at him as I climbed into the back seat.

“Cara, how are you feeling?” Roman asked as Nathan steered the car out of the estate into the road.

I suppressed the urge to shiver with desire at the foreign pet name as I felt my cleft moisten with lust.

Now is not the time for this, Sofie. It really isn’t. I thought to myself.

“Very excited but still slightly nervous.” I confessed, and he took my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it.

“You will do well, doll. I trust you.” He reassured me and every budding knot of self doubt within me loosened.

“Yeah I hope so.”

“No, you don’t need to hope so because I’m sure you will ace all your classes. I have confidence in you, baby.” Roman said, peering into my eyes as he kissed my hand again.

I felt jittery with butterflies swirling inside me as he leaned in to lock our lips together.

I sincerely hoped I wouldn’t let both him and myself down.

I was brought out of my train of thoughts by Roman sniffing at the base of my neck like a creep.

Right, I had used his cologne. I knew I had no right to but I hoped he wasn’t enraged because of that.

“I wanted to have your scent with me throughout the day.” I confessed before he said anything.

Roman just placed a chaste kiss on my lips, “I figured.” He huffed fondly, after withdrawing from the kiss.

At least, he wasn’t mad which was an immense relief.