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THIRTY DAY BOYFRIEND
WHITNEY G.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 by Whitney Gracia Williams.
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Cover design by Najla Qamber Designs
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
SYNOPSIS
DAYS LEFT UNTIL I GET TO QUIT
THE ASSISTANT
THE WOLF
THE WOLF
THE ASSISTANT
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE CONTRACT | (Thirty Day Service Agreement)
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
FROM PAGE SIX
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE WOLF | Nicholas
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE WOLF
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE WOLF | NICHOLAS
THE WOLF | NICHOLAS
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE WOLF | Nicholas
THE ASSISTANT | Emily
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE WOLF | NICHOLAS
THE WOLF | NICHOLAS
THE WOLF | NICHOLAS
THE WOLF | NICHOLAS
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
THE ASSISTANT | EMILY
A Letter to the Reader
MY ENEMY NEXT DOOR
SNEAK PEEK: | SINCERELY, CARTER
Prologue
Fourth Grade
ALSO BY WHITNEY G.
SYNOPSIS
Thirty days ago, my boss—Mr. Wolf of Wall Street—came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he 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 his 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 his special brand of ass-holery again.I only made it to one minute ...
We argued the entire four-hour flight to his hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock to "show me who the bigger person was" in our relationship. Then he gave me his 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 ...
DAYS LEFT UNTIL I GET TO QUIT
730 days
17520 hours
1,051,200 minutes
63,072, 000 seconds
THE ASSISTANT
Emily
There was only one thing worse than waking up at five o’clock every Monday morning. It was waking up
The sound of my alarm jerked me out of my thoughts, and I rolled across my bed, yanking my clock from the wall. Sighing, I tossed the covers off my body and slipped into the bathroom, taking a quick, hot shower.
