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WARNING: Make sure you're past 18+ cuz there's hot sex scenes, and the F-word, A LOT. And possibly a few tears too. All of the stories was written for the #Jenlisa shippers enjoyment.
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Thirty days ago, my boss (Ms. Manoban of Wall Street), came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be her fiancée for one month. If I agreed, she would let me out of my employment contract with a 'very generous' severance package.
The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I've secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off her face since the first day we met.
I definitely didn't need to think twice about this. I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with her special brand of ass-holery again.
I only made it to one minute...
We argued the entire four-hour flight to her hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off her face in real life? She purposely dropped her bath towel in front of me, distracting me with her... you know? to 'show me who the bigger person was' in our relationship. Then she gave me her trademark smirk once again and asked if I wanted to consummate our marriage.
Tragically, this is only day one. We still have 29 more days to go...
