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Stacey Lynn | It’s fake until…it becomes real!
Excerpt / January 2, 2018

Fake Wife Excerpt “We’re going to be married, Teagan. Don’t you think it is your business to know what your future husband is doing, and where he is?” She has a small carrot halfway to her mouth and freezes, looking up at me through her lashes at my words. “We’re . . . we’re not . . . it’s different for us.” “Is it?” A blush heats her cheek, turns brighter than the peach-colored top she has on. And when she bends over, I see a hint of a matching colored bra. Fucking hell. I want to tear her clothes off, throw her on the counter, and fuck her until she’s screaming her head off, and she’s casually chomping on fresh veggies. Christ. “Teagan,” I say, my voice commanding. “Are you telling me you don’t care what I do? Where I go? Who I’m with?” I’m prodding. Bordering on turning into the asshole she’s seen too many times, something truly uncharacteristic of me, but damn if I don’t want a reaction from her. And I do. Her jaw clenches and her shoulders pull tight. She bites a carrot, chewing it like it’s hard as nails. “What do you want me…