Madilyn Lasher

"Why did you drag me out here," I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"I think I have a way where we can solve both of our problems," he began. "I'm proposing that you be my future bride, and in exchange, I will help fund your research department and your parent's shop however I can."
"Okay, but why me? I mean, you have a horde of women pursuing you. Why not just date one of them?" I asked
"Because they actually want to marry me. You are…decent enough to get the job done," he said with a snide smile on his face.
"We are going to have to work on your complementing skills, I see," I muttered.
"Look, are you in or not?" Grey demanded.
I sighed. There wasn't much of a downside to taking the deal. If anything went wrong, I could always pull out of it, right?
I nodded, "I'm in."

Fake Bride for the Last Bachelor was created by Madilyn Lasher, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Fake Bride for the Last Bachelor

Once my parents had gone upstairs, I went back into the kitchen to brew some late night tea. I wasn't expecting them to offer Grey to spend the night. They barely let Sharon spend the night at our house. Grey walked in a moment later carrying the last of the dirty dishes from the table.


He ran the sink and picked up a sponge, starting to wash the dishes. I set the kettle to boil and went over to help.


I turned off the water, "If you run the water the entire time my mom will kick you out."


"Sorry," Grey said sheepishly. "I've never actually washed dishes before."


"You don't say," I said in mock shock. I plugged the sink and put a few drops of soap into the sink. Grabbing his hips, I switched places with him. "Here, you dry, and I'll wash." Grey nodded and a comfortable silence fell over us as we washed and waited for the kettle to boil.


Chapter 39: Confession