Shine Bright Like A Diamond: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story Read Online Free

not  real. If it were not a sham, if he really had a future with a woman, then maybe…
    Jacob stopped  right there. This marriage was for business, not pleasure. He had a job to do. His job was to be charming and considerate to the woman to secure the diamond deal, and then to make a quiet annulment and go back to his normal life. His playboy, womanizer, one-night-stand life. It was what he liked… right? Of course.
    Casual sex was his thing. He was good at it, he enjoyed it, and he never had to deal with messy emotions or annoying co-dependence. He didn’t need commitment, he didn’t need to settle down. Settling down was for future Jacob, and present Jacob was only twenty-eight. He still had plenty of time to have his fun. A real marriage could wait.
    After a maid took his coat, Jacob stepped into the foyer and settled down  on a sofa. Almasi would be here any minute, and he had to look like the ideal husband. He glanced at the maid’s backside as she walked away. That was one hell of a—no. No. Damn it, he wasn’t like that anymore. He had a fiancée now, and he had to at least behave like a gentleman. This was going to take a lot of effort on his part.
    The doorbell rang, and the maid reappeared. He willed his gaze away from her shapely form. Now was not the time. It would not be the time for over a month. He dismissed all thoughts of that sort of stuff from his head, and stood to greet Almasi.
    “Hello, my darling,” said Jacob, in an affable tone. As Almasi entered the foyer, his jaw nearly dropped. Of course, she had looked good earlier that day in her work outfit, but now… hot damn . His future wife was beautiful. The bright pink dress she wore hugged her curves in all of the right ways, and she wore dainty high heels and some tasteful white gold jewelry. The only thing that had stayed the same was her hair—still a beautiful natural hair style with short, tight curls. Almasi was stunning. No, she was more than stunning. She was absolutely radiant. And from the look on her face, she knew it, too.
    “Good evening, my love,” she said in a carefully rehearsed tone of affection. She played the role so well that Jacob almost wondered if she should have been a theater  student instead of a commerce student, after all. She reached a hand out to him, and he drew her close to his body, caressing her briefly. It was all just a show, he tried to tell himself, just a show for the servants so no rumors would start about the oddness of this arrangement. But he could have sworn that he could feel her pulse racing in her wrist, as if she, too, was experiencing the heady mix of attraction and awe that he felt.
    Almasi could feel the heat rising to her face. It was good that she was dark enough not to show a blush. On an impulse, she gave him a light peck on the cheek, and then immediately felt horrified, though she tried not to show it. What have I done? she thought. I just kissed a billionaire! She took a deep breath. This man is your fiancé now, she reminded herself. Act like it’s true, and it will be .
    Although Jacob couldn’t tell that Almasi was floundering, he decided to break the silence among the staring servants. “Well?” he said, looking at  them. “Why are you all gaping? Go back to your work!” There was a bustle of movement as everyone scurried back to their assigned places, and then he and Almasi were alone in the foyer together.
    “Since the wedding is tomorrow,” said Jacob, “you will have one night staying in a separate room from me. That may make the transition here easier. I know this is very sudden. It is for me, too.” She looked at him curiously, so he continued. “I haven’t been to this house since I was a child. I grew up here, but it was put out of commission when my parents retired to the country estate we own in France, and now I live on my own in the penthouse. It’s closer to work, and, well… the staffing is easier with only three servants instead of