"I'm hoping you have researched enough about my mother and the things she likes,'' Enrique speaks, taking the opportunity when his approaching mother was distracted by a woman who greeted her and stopped her for chit chat. She smiles politely as she speaks, but her attention was fixed on the conversation we pretended to have with Enrique. To be honest, this was much easier than I expected. So far, pretending to be Enrique's girlfriend was not hard. As a matter of fact, I loved it. Even though I hated his guts for making me do this, this was the first shot I had gotten at life without worry and disappointment. I had gotten enough sleep, without being filled with the stress about one night shift or how I would pay for my exams.
Even though I was now 'dating' a billionaire, I would not allow Enrique to pay for my education. I wanted to figure it out. Letting him pay for this was equal to giving him too much power. Allowing him to feel like he owned me in every aspect.
