Fake Christmas (Fake Billionaire Series, #5) by Lexy Timms

Author:Lexy Timms
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2017-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

She prayed Dane didn’t see she was bluffing.

He kept his hard stare on her, holding her gaze. Finally, he sighed. “I’m sorry. Of course, I trust you.”

Allyson exhaled, breathing a deep sigh of her own. Relief washed over her. He wasn’t going to check her phone and discover she had been lying. Her secret was safe. For now.

She crossed the room to sit down on the large bed. “I’m sorry I worried you by wandering off.”

When they had been trying to solve the embezzlement case, Dane had been forced to witness Francesca Barnes attacking her with a baseball bat. Disappearing tonight had probably brought back those memories for him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “What matters is that you’re safe.”

“Thanks for coming to look for me,” she said softly.

Dane gave her a strange look before kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I’m your husband. Protecting you is my job. My number one priority.”

“I know.” She smiled ruefully. “I guess I haven’t exactly made things easy for you this year, have I?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Honestly, I feel guilty.”

“What? What do you have to feel guilty about?” she asked with a gasp.

“You had to call work on your vacation,” he said. “That isn’t fair to you. This is supposed to be your time off.”

“Dane, I’ve seen you take working vacations,” she reminded him.

“I’m the CEO,” he said. “I’ve been working as Prescott’s CEO for years now. I’m expected to work all the time. But you only just started as the head of the women’s division, and you’re already overworked.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it being overworked,” she said slowly.

“You’ve been dealing with a ton of projects, planning Christmas, and all this after you were almost framed for embezzling funds,” he said. “Even I think that’s a hell of a lot of work.”

“But that isn’t your fault,” she said.

“I’m the one who pushed you into taking a senior position in the first place,” he said. “I pushed you too hard and this is the result. You’re miserable, and Christmas is only a few days away.”

“Oh, Dane, I know I was hesitant to take the job at first, but I love working at Prescott,” she said.

“You didn’t have to work this hard when you were my assistant,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, you still worked hard, but not like this. Plus, when you were my assistant we were always together.”

What had she done to deserve a man like him? Many of the high-society men resented having to spend time with their wives. They would rather lose themselves in work. Not Dane. What he wanted most was to spend time with her. That touched her heart. Cheered her despite everything she was keeping inside.

“I know we were always together, but I you were right when you suggested I try a new position,” she said. “You said it yourself, no wife could work as her husband’s assistant.”

“That’s true,” he said. “There’s no way I could have accepted you staying on as an assistant.

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