The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

I wasn’t angry.

I wasn’t infuriated either, and I definitely wasn’t heartbroken nor did it feel like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, and tossed into a trashcan.

Definitely not.

Then, why was I bawling my eyes out like a pathetic fool? Why was I shivering with immense fury? Why did I feel like dying?

I had no right to feel these things but why did it hurt so bad?

The familiar scent of Roman’s cologne filled the air as I heard light footsteps behind me, which made me halt my steps.

With shaky hands, I wiped my tears off and continued walking while inwardly willing myself not to pay attention to him.

“Sofie.” I heard him call and I swallowed harshly, before turning to face him with a feigned smile.

I was hellbent on making him realize that I wasn’t hurt by the torturous sight I had just beheld.

I definitely wasn’t.

“Yes.” I said, inwardly thanking my stars as my voice came out normal and stable.

I clutched my hands into fists, as I watched him walk up to me with remorse visible in his expression.

“Whatever you might have witnessed in there was nothing but a grave mistake that I deeply regret. I want you to know that I never wanted it to happen, Lana forced herself on me, please believe me, cara. I’m really sorry that you had to walk in on that, it was never my intention to break your trust.” He rambled out, looking into my eyes as he took my hands in his.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance as I withdrew my hands from his, “It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize to me anyway. It’s not like you cheated on me or anything. We are nothing but sexual partners, so it’s okay for you to kiss anyone you want, I’m cool with it.” I lied, even though it felt like my heart was about to burst with ire.

He made to hold my hands again, and I deftly avoided it by folding my arms across my chest.

He seemed hurt briefly before his face morphed into an emotionless countenance, and he slid his hands into his pockets, “Alright. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad.”

My heart lurched again, I felt betrayed for no damn reason but I hid my pain well and nodded, “Now you know I’m not.” My voice came out harsher than I had intended, but I decided to play it off.

Without waiting for him to utter another word, I made my way into the elevator but just as the doors were about to slide shut, Roman breezed into the elevator.

“Roman.” I gasped as he held me by my shoulders.

“Did you expect me to allow you to go just like that, without making sure that you’ve forgiven me?” He asked, his piercing eyes seeking mine.

I tried to wriggle free from his grip with a fib, “There’s nothing to forgive, Roman. I told you that before, I’m not mad at you.”

“That’s my fucking problem, Sofie. I want you to get mad at me, please. Slap me, hit me, punch me or do anything you want with me but please, don’t just stand there and lie to my face. You’re clearly hurt and mad at me yet you don’t want to show it, why?” He gritted out, his remorseful expression gradually morphing into an irate one.

Wait, why was he mad? Shouldn’t I be the angry one in this situation?

I couldn’t repress my rage anymore as I pushed him off of me, “You’re right, I’m mad. But at what cost? It’s not even my fucking place to be furious with you. I’m nothing to you, Roman. I’m nothing but a whore to you, no?”

“I won’t allow you to call yourself by that filthy term cara. Everything else is acceptable but not that, you are not a whore, Sofie. You mean more than that to me, a lot more than that. I-”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I interrupted him with a scoff, “Oh, right. I’m your human sex doll, that’s the correct term.” I gasped theatrically.

Roman sighed, taking my hands into his again. I tried yanking my hands out of his vice-like grip but my effort was futile, so I just decided to allow him to talk. “You know that’s not what I meant, Sofie.”

“Then, what do you mean? Why the hell are you so obsessed with getting my forgiveness, d-”

“Because I’m fucking in love with you, do you get it now?” Roman hollered and instantly, my mouth clamped shut.

Roman was in love with me? That was what I’ve always wanted to hear from him, but why did it sound incredulous to my ears?

The ability to form a coherent and logical statement in my head evaded me as I stuttered, “Y-you-”

He flashed me a wide grin as his gaze softened and he tenderly caressed my hands, “Yes, me. I’m in love with you, Sofie. I love you so much it hurts. I fell in love with you on the first day I laid my eyes on you. I know my confession is quite sudden but you left me no choice, I was planning to tell you about my feelings soon b-”

I shook my head and his smile dissipated, “No, Roman. You are not in love with me, you are just confused about your feelings. You can’t be in love with me, what is there to love about me?”

“Many things, Sofie. For example, your kind heart, your tender mannerisms. The way your eyes light up whenever you talk about your interests, the way y-”

“Stop, please just stop it. You don’t know what you are saying and I know you’re going to regret it when you realize your true feelings. You are just worried that I will lose interest in whatever is going on between us.” I heaved a sigh to catch my breath, “You don’t have to worry about that, we will continue having sex whenever you want.”

“Why are you trying to decide my own feelings for me? I’m a grown adult and I know what I feel in my heart is love for you, Sofie.” Roman retorted as the elevator hummed to a halt.

Immediately the doors slid open, I scurried out and darted him a warning glare, “Don’t follow me.” I whispered, and without waiting to hear his reply, I trekked out of the building, with quick steps.

It was only when I settled into a taxi that I realized I had forgotten to give him the news of my pregnancy.