Page 10 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

Me: No.

Isla: A dominant stranger with a take charge attitude that melts your panties and makes you want to lick him up?

Me: What is it with your hang up with obstinate mules... I mean males?

Isla: Ha, ha. *snort* Don't mock it until you've tried it.

Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Isla: Sometimes you need a hug you know...?

Me: Exactly.

Isla:.... on your backside... with a paddle.

Me: What the...

Isla: Administered by an obnoxious know-it-all who doesn't take no for an answer.

Me: Sweet baby goats, are you getting off on this text message, Isla? I swear if you are...

Isla: Sorry... sorry... *not*, you're waaay too uptight my girl. Give in, live a little.

Me: If by that you mean fantasizing about some alpha male making rough love...

Isla: Don't bring that four letter emotion into the mix.

Me: Yeah, not all of us want to be controlled.

Isla: Famous last words.

Me: Thanks for shoving your kink in my face.

Isla: Hey, how did you guess that I love doing that?

Me: TMI, bye.

Isla: Are you blushing, West? I bet you are. Seriously I'm sorry for standing you up. Last minute change, a bride called off her wedding and uh, it wasn't pretty.

Me: Wow, good luck handling the pieces of that.

Isla: I'm gonna need it for this one. PS, the bridegroom walked into the office and he's not happy.

Me: Can't your boss handle him?

Isla: She's not around. And gah! This man is completely unreasonable! But wow! Is he smokin' hot. *gulp* Wish me luck.

Me: Luck! Go get him GF.

Isla: Laters xxx

Typical Isla, always taken in by a pretty face. And I’m not?

I suck my cheeks in, drop my phone into my tote bag.

Walking out of the tube station, I race home, then up the short flight of steps leading into the one-bed apartment I share with my sister.

For how much longer, though? If I can’t keep up the rental payments on it…? I'll find a way, I will.