Sara was intrigued by Roger's deal the other day. She knew her attraction was mutual, but he didn't want to have sex with her that night. On the other hand, there was her problem with her mother and those strange experiences that worried her.

She receives a message from her WhatsApp, it's from Roger, she will pick her up early to propose something to her... She is cautious.

At the right time she is waiting for Roger in the car. She greeted him curtly. He told her that she should speak privately in her house so no one would hear. She nodded, lowering her head.

They arrived at the house and he looked at her deeply, he approached her and without saying anything he began to kiss her. Her tongues were intertwined and she felt very wet, enormously excited.

"Give me your liquids, baby," he murmured, then her tongue slid inside her, tracing the walls of her pussy as her thumb rubbed over her clit.

Fireworks ignited and flashed in her brain as pleasure electrified her body. A long, wild moan escaped her as the orgasm consumed her body and her soul.

"How sweet," she murmured. So fucking sweet.

—"I want to marry you, it will only be a business deal if you don't want it to be something else..."

She smiled, but she was worried that she would look like a grimace. She really didn't intend to get married. At the same time, how could she say no? Not just because she needed that treatment, but because he was extremely generous and sensual.

"I don't know what to say. That was all she could say."

"Say yes. Bring your papers when you can, okay?"

. I realized my hand was still on his. I turned it down.

—"I was just hoping to say that we got married without having to get married." He wanted him to know my intentions.

— "I never thought he could lie" she had put me in an awkward situation and now I was confused

"This deal is important to me." We can still do this if we don't apply for a license.

His jaw went rigid.

"Are you thinking of doing it?" Are you going to get married? I told myself

"If you're willing to help." We can go through the paperwork and then go our own way when the deal is closed. I will be happy to offer you a bonus. And think of it this way, you get a free trip to England."

"It seems immoral to me." "I couldn't disagree with you on this."

"It may be a bit misleading, but we're a family business, whether you're married or not." Someday it may be...

"Can you? I'm not sure?"

She—he tugged at his tie because it felt like a noose around her neck.

—"I don't know. I have to meet someone to get married and that's not a goal for me at the moment. But one day it may be, and when it is, I may meet someone, get married and have children who, then, They will be part of the business."

—"And if they don't want to?"

"What?" I felt like he had fallen into an unknown dimension."

"What if your kids don't want to be in the business?"

"I don't know. One of them definitely wants to. This isn't a concern right now. I couldn't let it get sidetracked from our current topic."

"You are asking a lot of me.

I swallowed; he knew he was right. I'm lucky he didn't call a lawyer right now.

—"I know. It is clear that I am willing to lie to the company, but I am aware that I am behaving inappropriately with you at this time. I'm sorry about that. But this company is my life. My grandmother's life. I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep it alive for future generations, be it my children or my brothers."

He rolled his eyes.

"You make it a bit difficult, don't you?" She let out a sigh. I can think about it?

It was more than she expected or deserved.

-I laughed...

I have sometimes had experiences where, in hindsight, I wondered if I had misunderstood the situation. But every time I repeated the words in my head, I came to the same conclusion; Roger had asked me to pretend to marry him on business. But then I thought it couldn't be true. He would be my boss. He was a serious man, focused and with integrity. He couldn't have suggested going to England to get married.

For the rest of the day, I discussed with myself what had happened. And when I was driving home, I still couldn't be sure that he meant what he said or that I understood what he meant.

"Did she say that? Could she get away with a fake marriage if she couldn't get a license?" my best friend Nelia asked as she brushed one of her lavender curls out of her face. She sat down in one of our dining room chairs that were mismatched, one foot propped on the seat.She was sipping tea from a cup of psychedelic coffee she'd made in seventh grade.

"Yes. Then he told me how important the company was to him and that he would give me a bonus." "I poured the cooked fettuccine into the strainer and put it back in the pot."

"I don't know how you could have misinterpreted it." It seems to me that it is clear.

—I put the sauce on the spaghetti

"Then I guess I have to decide if I'll do it or not."

"Of course you will." She got up, placed the cup on the table, and went to get the forks from the drawer to set the table.

"What does that mean, of course?" I frowned at him.

"Did you miss the part where he said he was going to give you a bonus?" He should borrow enough to pay off his student loan. Maybe even negotiate a raise. You know, the rent is going to go up soon. The stupid landlord

She was right. A financial bonus could be of great help to us. I was paid pretty well to be Roger's assistant, but it was expensive to live there and I had big student loans.

—"But we're lying," I said, serving the spaghetti on plates and handing one to Nelia.

"I don't see it that way." If there really is a ceremony, it is not a lie. The only lie is that you two aren't in love, but it's not hard to pretend you love Roger.

I sat down at the table and looked at her.

"What?" I asked, twirling my fork in the noodles.

"Why should it be easy to pretend to love my boss?"

— "Because he is good." And he is rich. And he is nice to you. She spoke as if what she was saying was obvious enough. I'm not wrong. As she had said before, Roger was handsome and he had a lot to offer.

I looked down at the white blouse he was wearing tucked into his navy blue skirt.

-"Professional?

Ella-ne rolled her eyes.

"Okay, but you need to relax a bit." Find your style.

I looked at her, dressed in old paint-stained denim overalls.

—"I'm not sure I should follow Nelia's fashion advice with blueberries."

—»You know that when I go out I am much more organized. .I am lucky to be an artist and to be able to wear what is comfortable.

"She was probably right." I was pretty conservative with my clothes. However, that was not the point of this conversation.

"So you think I should participate in this deception?"

—"Yes! Answer him now friend"