Chapter 67

• AMARIS POV
• I was still furious with Theron. That fake engagement ring had been a slap in the face. I had been so close to telling him how I truly felt the words had nearly slipped out and then, just minutes later, he asked me to pretend to be his fiancée. Pretend. As if everything between us meant nothing. As if our connection, the intimacy we’d shared, had all been a figment of my imagination.
• A sigh slipped past my lips as I sank into the plush leather seat of Theron’s private jet. I had promised myself I’d ignore him for the duration of the trip to Los Angeles that I’d focus on enjoying the luxury, the break, the distance but the knot of unease coiled in my chest refused to loosen.