THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

Bastard VS Bitch

"I'm sorry!" said Beatrice in panic while her hand was busy collecting the chips from Luke's seat.

"Hey! Are you trying to seduce me?" teased Luke when Beatrice's hand accidentally touched his upper thigh. She blushed and immediately withdrew her hand from him, "Go fuck yourself!" snapped her irritably. Luke just held back his laugh and kept focusing his gaze on the road.

"So, have you been in New York before?" asked Luke casually as if there's nothing happened.

"Of course, are underestimated me?" 

"Whoa, easy! Why are you being so offended? How many times?"

She cleared her throat, "Once..."

"So that's the reason why you became so offended," muttered Luke casually. 

"Whatever!" she stuffed a handful of chips into her mouth and chewed it fast, "What? What are you trying to say? Are you telling me that people who have never been to New York before are sucks?" she spouted the chips from her mouth onto the dashboard when she talked made Luke frown in disgust.

"Geez, I'm just asking, are you having your period right now? Why are you so sensitive!" replied Luke casually. Beatrice snorted, she threw her gaze to the window and kept chewing the chips inside her mouth.

There wasn't any conversation between them for a while, until finally Luke cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

"You said you wanted to make conditions?"

"Yeah, some conditions, I haven't had time to write them down yet," she said curtly.

"You can discuss it directly with me, I mean if I don't agree I can just say no," Luke said flatly.

"Say no? If you don't fulfill my conditions then the agreement is void! Good luck finding another girl!" cried Beatrice confidently.

Luke snorted, "Okay, congrats on marrying old fart Gary!" he said cheerfully, he knew he was in a winning position at that moment because Beatrice fell silent and pursed her lips.

She opened a bottle of coke and took a quick gulp, after which she took a deep breath preparing to say everything in her head, while next to her Luke just glanced at her with one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"So, the first condition, you must pay off my father's debt to old fart Gary!" said Beatrice firmly.

"Okay, those are the basic terms that underlie our agreement right?" said Luke lightly.

"Secondly, I want to get married at The Plaza with a Disney theme!"

Luke glared, he turned to look at Beatrice then shook his head "NEVER! The Plaza I might be able to arrange, but Disney? God! You're so childish!"

Beatrice crossed her arms in front of her chest, "What's so childish? You should see the documentation of the Disney themed weddings that have been done, they all look cool!" she said annoyed.

"No, never!" Luke was still firm in his stance.

"You're so mean! It's been my dream since I was little, I always wanted to be princess, you stingy bastard!" scolded Beatrice in annoyance.

"What did you say? Stingy what?" Luke turned his head, glared at her in anger.

"Forget it! Discussing everything with you is such a waste of time!" snapped her, throwing her gaze to the window.

Luke breathed out heavily,

"Okay, I'll think about it! What's next?"

Beatrice swallowed her pride and turned to him with a stern face. "I want a wedding present!"

"Wedding present? I'm the one who's going to marry you? Why do you need a wedding gift from me?!"

"Because no one will be able to give that present to me but you!" she said with a frown on her face. Luke raised an eyebrow, expecting Beatrice to say something deep and meaningful.

"Okay, what do you want?"

Beatrice smiled broadly, "Not much, just a Hermes Himalayan Birkin bag," she replied softly.

"Not much? That bag cost two hundred and fifty seven thousand dollar! Don't you know that?" he snapped in annoyance.

"So what? You have a lot of money!" 

Luke snorted, "It's always about money, huh?"

"Yeah, that's why I marry you! Do you want me to land a friendship kiss on your cheek?" teased Beatrice, blinking her eyes.

"No, thanks!" 

Beatrice shrugged, "You still want to hear my other terms?" she asked cheerfully.

"Not if what you're talking about luxury and money, I'm sick of hearing that kind of stuff!" he said curtly.

Beatrice sneered, "Ah, you stingy bastard! Well, it's not really about luxury or money, it's about the opportunity..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the opportunity for me to develop myself, during our contract marriage I can still work as a writer right? I mean, can't you see it? I'll be famous! Who doesn't want to read Luke Carter's wife's book?"

"So you want to use my name for success?"

Beatrice nodded excitedly, "How? Sounds smart, doesn't it?" asked her, blinking her eyes.

"Smart and stupid at the same time, well, if you think you have the ability why should you use my name? Don't you believe in yourself? Or maybe your writing is bad huh?" Luke said condescendingly.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes in annoyance,

"You really are an arrogant bastard! Forget it! I won't use that ugly name of yours!" she turned her face away, her chest heaving with anger.

"You can't stop being rude, can you? You can't do that when you become my wife," Luke muttered without turning his head.

"Well, now that I'm not your wife I can talk as I please!" chirped Beatrice, she took the air pods out of her bag and put them in her ears. The last thing she wanted was to talk to the person next to her, she should just close her eyes and sleep!

"Look at you! Geez, you really are a bitch! No wonder you don't have a boyfriend! Fine, I'll fulfill all your conditions! It's up to you!" said Luke nonchalantly.

"Hey?" he turned and waved in front of Beatrice's face who was already asleep while snoring softly.

"Oh my God, she's really hard to believe..." Luke muttered, shaking his head.

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