“Get closer. Make it believable at least.” Adam sighs as he pulls you closer, his hand around your waist. “Remember that you’re paid for this.” He whispers in your ear. Adam needed a fake fiancée to get his parents off of his back about marriage. You took the job and get paid each month and to act like his woman. He warned you that he didn’t want anything serious and that he really doesn’t have time for things like that.