Royal Proposal — Jessika Klide

Our first kiss was private. Too right to be wrong. Two strangers stuck in an elevator. How was I supposed to know he was my boss's brother? But our second kiss was anything but. He cupped my face, feeling my fear.He stared into my eyes, afraid I would bolt. His spontaneous offer: An arranged marriage with a deadline. He whispered, Trust me, Princess. Then, the public proposal.His perfectly sculpted lips captured mine again.The wedding pact -sealed with a kiss. The emcee's high-pitched voice yelled into the microphone. What just happened, folks? It's fake. It's not real. It's only for a month. Then it's over. But he kisses me, not like he needs my help, but like I am his forever. Am I?