The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 111

He was right; I was ridiculous. This whole thing was so very ridiculous.

“Hey, guys.” Daniel’s voice came from somewhere nearby, tearing through the moment and causing the

little happy cloud I had been in to vanish. “Food is on the table, and we are all about to start. Come on.”

As I heard what I assumed were Daniel’s footsteps walking away, I knew my grin had extinguished.

Had that moment we had shared been all for Daniel and everybody else’s sake?

Probably. No, most certainly. That was what couples did. Playful touches, wide smiles, heated glances.

And that made me feel … a little dumb. Made his smile worth a little less. And made mine a very foolish

one.

I guessed it was a good thing that Aaron’s handsome grin had disappeared too. Although, even with

Daniel there, his gaze had never left mine. And it didn’t either when his arms shifted the hold on my

waist and slid me down his body. Or so I told myself because as I went down, my eyelids might have

fluttered, making it hard for me to see much as I was pressed against each hard plane, bulge, and slab

there was in Aaron’s chest.

My legs landed on the ground without much confidence. Dizzy by the overwhelming sensation dancing

down my body, I was grateful for Aaron’s hands remaining on my waist.

Once he seemed sure I wouldn’t topple down, he retrieved them. But not without tugging a little strand

of hair that had come out of my ponytail first.

My heart proceeded to do the toppling down in that moment.

Even more so when his head dipped slowly. “Not bad for a Greek god, huh?” His voice was not nearly

as playful as a few moments ago. Right before Daniel had burst my bubble. But Aaron accompanied

that with a wink.

That drew a tiny little smile out of me, and I had to shake my head to hide it.

Who is this man who goes around, throwing winks and smiles at me?

My future boss—that’s who.

And wasn’t that reason enough to start thinking about having a one-on-one with that flutter in my

chest? The fact that this whole thing was a charade was reason enough already. But he’d soon be

promoted to head of the division—my division—and I had to remember that.

“Come on,” he said when I remained quiet. “I told you I’d put some food in you, and I am a man of my

word.”

Yes, he was. And I shouldn’t forget that either.

Aaron had promised he’d play the role of my boyfriend and that he’d do it wonderfully. And so far, he’d

done such an excellent job that he was starting to convince even me that he was a different man from

the one I had known in New York.

Chapter Eighteen

Stopping myself from crawling under the table was becoming a real hardship. But if Isabel kept up th

e Aaron and Lina questioning for a little longer, I’d have no other choice but to do exactly that.

Otherwise, my last resort would be to knock down the bride with one of the metallic trays containing the

variety of pinchos we were snacking on. It would be a waste of food, and it was her bachelorette-slash-

bachelor party, but it’d be the only way. She was a resilient woman; she’d recover in time for the

wedding.

We stood in one of the most frequented bars—sidrerías—of my hometown, surrounded by the

characteristically loud chatter of people and the sour smell of spilled sidra—the regional apple cider.

These were establishments that one could find in every corner of any city or town in this region of the

north of Spain. People gathered around in groups of all sizes and ages. Some stood around tall tables,

just like we—bride, groom, best man, Aaron, and I—were doing. Others had been seated to have

dinner, and some were leaning on the bar, chatting animatedly with the waiters.

Willing my lungs to take a slow, deep, and calming breath, I tried to order my thoughts, so I could

dodge the last one of Isabel’s questions.

“Come on. There has to be more to the story of how you two met.” Isabel’s eyes shone with curiosity,

bouncing from me to my very stoic fake boyfriend, who stood close enough to my side to steal a fair

chunk of my focus. “You are playing really hard to get, Lina.”

“That’s the whole story, I promise.” Sighing, I averted my eyes to my hands, which were lying on the

smooth surface of the table. My fingers were busy playing with my empty glass. “Aaron started working

for InTech, and that’s how we met. What else is there that you want to know?”

“I want the details you haven’t told me.”

I could tell my sister was about to start whining in that annoying and persistent way that had never once

failed to break people and make them give her whatever it was she wanted. I had been there myself—

many times.

She tilted her head. “Hey, if you guys experienced lust at first sight and started hooking up and then

dating, it’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, it would explain that bed-breaking rumor going

around.”

My lips parted, and my eyes widened. “Charo works faster than I thought,” I muttered. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I sensed Aaron shifting by my side, closing the small distance between our arms.

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