Black Queens for White Kings Romance Bundle

Black Queens for White Kings Romance BundleExcerpt from False Pretenses: I pull away first, burning beneath my espresso color foundation. Im glad for the heavy wedding makeup to conceal my real expression. Logan releases me when I move to stand, but he continues to hold my waist. Ill have a few unedited pictures for you to look at in about a half hour, the photographer says as he packs up. Ill send a larger selection of the package in the next few weeks. I can barely register anything

Excerpt from False Pretenses:

I pull away first, burning beneath my espresso-color foundation. I’m glad for the heavy wedding makeup to conceal my real expression. 

Logan releases me when I move to stand, but he continues to hold my waist.

“I’ll have a few unedited pictures for you to look at in about a half hour,” the photographer says as he packs up. “I’ll send a larger selection of the package in the next few weeks.”

I can barely register anything happening.

“How are you doing, Scarlett?” It’s hard to know what he’s asking exactly.

On one hand, it’s tempting to tell him that I’m barely holding myself together. That this agreement is eating me alive from the inside out.

On the other hand, I’ve been pretending my whole life. What’s a few more months? 

“I didn’t expect to be kissing anyone today. But, yeah,” I say, measuring him up with my eyes. “What about you?”

“You were quivering.”

“From holding those positions too long. And I need to get out of this dress. You have no idea what it’s like to be bound up in this thing for an hour.”

I wish he would be the one to get me out of it. If any of this were real, of course.

“We’ll finish up here, then let’s get you home.”

Home. The word burns me even as I follow behind him to the lobby. His apartment is my home, but for how long? Until he’s finished with me? Or until he learns the truth about my past? I have to walk away before he does because I don’t want to be there for the fallout.

Guilt is my companion as we browse the photos.

They’re very convincing, for fake engagement photos, but a high buzzing deafens me to all but the most direct questions. Logan is poring over the details of the packages, immersed in the exchange. 

It gives me time to regret my entire life leading up to meeting him.

I could have done better. I could have been better. Then maybe I might have been worthy of a man like Logan.