The Billion Dollar Contract

Chapter Ten

Mia

Adam pushed the trolley as we walked side by side, watching Jean pick up a few items she needed to cook for dinner. Jean wanted to cook dinner, and she did repeat a few times that she didn't want anyone to help her in the kitchen—she just wanted to spend time with us.

Jean had glanced at our directions a few times, and we could never stop putting the act. Sometimes, Adam had his arm around my waist, or he had pulled me closer to him, just to show his mother that we were the perfect couple. I never loved any public display of affection, especially when people kept looking at us, but I knew it was an act to keep. Most of the women were busy looking at Adam; if they could undress him with their eyes, they would.

"Anything that you're allergic to?" He asked, leaning closer to my ear.

"Macadamias."

"What happens if you eat them?"

"I'd have trouble breathing."

He leaned back, looking down at my face before nodding. "Anything else?"

"That's all. So, unless you're trying to kill me, please don't get them anywhere near me." I joked, which earned me a smirk from my fiancé.

Jean was busy talking to herself as she checked her grocery list, wanting to make sure she was getting everything she needed. While she was busy picking up groceries, we were keeping an eye on her—every time she glanced back at us, Adam had already pulled me close. He had his arm around me, tucked my hair behind my ear or even laid a soft kiss on my cheek.

To be honest, I was trying hard not to be bothered by his affections, but it was getting impossible.

I had seen him in his serious demeanour ever since I started working for him. He never smiled at me unless it was necessary, which was never. He smirked a few times, but I could count how many times he had smirked for the past five years; he didn't smirk because I was funny, more like he found me odd.

He never laughed at my silly jokes. He never asked about me.

Now, all of a sudden, he was asking if I was allergic to anything. So, it was a sudden change. I just needed to get used to it for the next few months. At least, I knew there was no way I could get back to how things were once this was over. We needed to plan a breakup as well as we planned our fake engagement.

Jean placed the groceries in the cart as she glanced down at my fingers, frowning. "Where's your ring, dear?"

I raised an eyebrow, "My ring?"

"Yes, your engagement ring."

I blinked a few times, trying to think of an answer, but before I could utter stupid things, Adam had come to rescue the day. He slowly placed his hand on my waist as he looked down at my face, "We were getting it fixed because it was too big for her. It should probably be done by tomorrow, and we can pick it up during lunch, right, baby?"

"Right. You're right," I cleared my throat.

"And here I thought my son hadn't prepared. Show me once you get the ring back," Jean responded.

"We'll go to pick out a ring for you tomorrow," Adam said, as soon as his mother had walked down the aisle—far enough she couldn't hear us.

"We can just get something simple and cheap."

"That won't make a statement."

"Please don't tell me you're going to get a real diamond."

The side of his lips curved up into a smirk as he pushed the cart. My eyes widened in response, walking beside him; there was never anything simple when it came to Adam. I knew he could afford it. He could afford to buy diamonds every day if he wanted to, but he didn't have to spend money on me, on something that was never real. We were pretending and once it was all over, I didn't want him to waste anything.

"Mr. Auclair—"

He cut me off, "You need to start calling me by my name, Ms. Madden or people might think we have a kink,"

I scoffed, crossing my arms. I watched as he continued to walk down the aisle and I knew this man in front of me was not my boss—he was a different person. He even seemed possessed because if he was truly my boss, he didn't even bother to look me in the face. Maybe he was just very good at acting. Maybe he desperately needed this whole plan to work out.

Maybe, for Adam Auclair, I was his prince charming. His knight in shining armour.