Chapter 3 Three

"Lisa Pov "

I called my lawyer about preparing the marriage papers. And then I realised that I didn't even know James' surname.

Great. Just great.

I picked up my phone and dialled his number. It rang a few times, I was about to give up when he finally answered.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Hello, Mr. James," I said awkwardly.

He chuckled. "Please. you don't need to be formal around me, just call me James."

"Um...I actually to ask for your full name; my lawyer is arranging the marriage agreement,

And I needed it ."

"Harper, James Harper, " he said smoothly.

"Okay. And if you don't mind...my family wants to see you next Sunday for dinner."

"I don't mind, and don't forget to send me the contract before we officially sign it; I want my lawyer to revise it"

"Yes, sure. Thank you, James. Have a nice day."

"No need to thank me..my lily."

I hung up the phone.

Hmmmm.

James Harper.

Could he be the famous James Harper, the billionaire?

I googled his name, and my doubts were true.

He's a fucking billionaire!

The Tabloid playboy.

The man whose name alone could buy half the city.

But whst the hell was a man like that doing pretending to be an average guy in a gay bar?

I will confront him about this later.

I kept scrolling

There he was pictures with different women expensive cars, gala events.

Wow, he's really good at covering covering up his "sexuality".

He must not be ready to come out yet.

I sighed.

Look like my fake fiancé comes with a lot of secrets.

"James Pov"

"I'm getting married, boys, " I said taking a sip of my whisky.

Connor and Graham exploded laughing so hard the table shook. We are at one of my clubs enjoining our usual boys' night out.

"Are you high? That must have been some strong shit," Graham whezzed.

"I'm not high, and I I'm not drunk, you leashes."

"So did hit your head?" Connor asked.

"No.. I'm serious, I'm getting married," I said flatly.

Connor choked on his drink. "Fucking no way. The almighty James Harper, the king of womanizers is getting married?"

"Actually.." I paused for a dramatic look effect.

"I'm gay now."

"What the fuck, man?" Graham yelled.

"Are you marrying a man?" Connor

asked, eyes wide.

"No! Calm your asses down."

I told them everything meeting Liza at my brother's gay bar, her thinking I was gay, her offer, the contract, the money, all of it.

Connor whistled, "And how exactly do you plsn on convincing her to have sex with you, smartass?"

"Don't worry, I have my ways." I said with a smirk.

"Let's make a bet". Conor pulled out his phone and hit the record button.

"If you succeed in fucking her, I will give you my Ferrari; if you fail, you will give me your brand new Bugatti."

I grinned. "Deal."

We shook hands.

Grahom frowned. "And what if you actually fall for her all the way? And she finds out the truth?

I laughed. "No way I will fall for that girl; I'm after her body, not for her heart. And I don't care if she finds out after I get into her pants."

"You a fake boyfriend for this story though." Graham said cautiously.

"Correct, whitch means, Connor... congratulations. You're my boyfriend." I said.

Connor groaned. "Hell no."

"If you refuse, the bet is off."

He sighed heavily. " Fine. Whatever."

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"How come you didn't tell me that you are the famous James Harper, the business tycoon?" Liza asked.

We are having dinner together to discuss the marriage contract.

"Like you said, I'm James Harper, the multi-billionaire. I don't exactly need to introduce myself to anyone," I smirked.

"Cocky much," she snorted.

I chuckled

"You're very good at hiding your sexual identity; I'm impressed. You're a complete womanizer in the tabloids. Why haven't you come out ? It's normal nowadays to express your sexual preferences in the eyes of the public." She said.

"My parents are extremely religious, if they found out I liked man, they would cut me off." I said calmly.

She nodded sympathetically. "I get that, as I come from an old-fashioned family too, they don't believe in sex before marriage, and having kids out of wedlock. They have been trying to arrange my marriage since I turned nineteen years old. You should have seen their faces when I told them that I'm pregnant with your baby," she

I looked at her bantering about her family, and a small smile curved around my lips.

She really likes provoking her family and annoying them.

I really like her smiling face and her joyful self.

"I told them that we would have dinner tomorrow, they have been insisting on meeting you."

" I don't mind."

"Thank you a lot for helping me. Even though I still don't know why you agreed, you clearly don't need my money." She added.

"You were desperate for my help; I'm doing you a favor." I said lightly.

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"No, seriously, this fake agreement is a benefit for the two of us.You need a fake fiancé and future husband to save yourself from an arranged marriage to someone you despise. For me, I get to keep my sexuality hidden from my family and save my heritage," I winked at her.

"This is the marriage agreement; if you are okay with the clauses, we can go ahead with marriage procedures." She said, handing me the contract.

"Okay, I will give it to my lawyers to check."

She nodded.

"Can we go home now? It's getting late, and I have early work tomorrow."

"Of course, let me drive you."

I drove her to her building.

"Thank you for the evening; I really had a good time."

"Me too; I enjoyed your company."

"So goodnight; see you tomorrow."

"Allow me to walk you to your apartment."

"No need; I can go by myself."

"I insist."

"Okay"

We got to her apartment, and she unlocked her door.

"Thank you again, James, for the evening,"

and she kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight, angel."