Billionaire Bad Boy's Fake Bride: BWWM Romance by Mia Caldwell

be able to entertain yourself.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure.” He seemed briefly unsettled, or perhaps morose was a better word, as though she was abandoning him rather than having an early night. She pushed back any hint of guilt, because she genuinely was exhausted, but she also needed to put space between them. Brenda had acted as a buffer, and she was suddenly grateful the woman had been along, because though she drove Angelina insane, she also kept her from doing something crazy, like give in to the attraction simmering between them on a plane full of strangers.
    Now that they were alone together in their suite, she knew it was dangerous to spend too much time together. With that in mind, she gave him a quick good night and hurried to the smaller room, glad to find an attached bathroom reserved solely for the smaller room, so she wouldn’t risk seeing him again that evening.
    He would be gone by the time she woke up, since time trials started early, and she had the day to herself to explore and become familiar with Monaco. She had been excited about the prospect, and she still was, but as she slipped into bed after a warm bath, she realized she was also vaguely discontent at the idea of doing it all alone.
    Part of her wished they could reenact Barcelona, but with the backdrop of Monaco instead. It had been a wonderful time, and she had truly enjoyed having Connor all to herself during those few days, but it was those sorts of tempting distractions that led to doing crazy things, like almost going to bed with him as she had after the engagement party. This way was safer, but she was still sad that he wouldn’t be beside her tomorrow as she explored a new country.
    She’d better get used to it, because in eight days, after the wedding that wasn’t going to happen didn’t take place, she’d never see Connor again anyway. It was a brutal thought, and one that managed to keep her up for hours despite her physical exhaustion.

Chapter Nine
    By the day of the race, Angelina felt like she had explored Monaco at least in a fairly cursory fashion, and while she had enjoyed everything she’d seen, she was still happy to be headed home after the day’s event. It would mean escaping Brenda, though they were hurtling ever closer to their wedding date, which was in five days. Every time she thought about it like that, it sent a jolt through her body and made her heart race with dread.
    She and Connor still haven’t hadn’t figured out or discussed exactly how events would play out, and they would have to do that soon. But for now, Connor needed to focus on the race, and she could see why after having observed the track. It was full of twists and turns, and she’d heard more than one driver and spectator comment on it being the most challenging course in all the Grand Prixes.
    She had been bored watching the race before, when they had sat together in Barcelona, but it was different today. Before, he had been right beside her rather than in thirteen hundred pounds of steel that could slam into a barrier and explode in a moment. It was nerve-racking watching him maneuver through the other cars, and as the laps increased, her nausea grew.
    She was ready for the ordeal to be over, and she now knew why she had never watched him race before, even on television. It wasn’t simply a lack of interest in racing. To know someone personally and intimately as they participated in such a harrowing event was nerve-racking, and she knew she’d never be able to sit through another race again. Not if Connor was in it and racing, at least.
    Each time he navigated a hairpin turn, she immediately thought of the crash of his prototype, which someone at the course had caught on cell phone, and the video had gone viral between regular media outlets and the Internet. She’d seen it for days, and sometimes weeks after it had happened, but she’d always refuse to accept or acknowledge how badly it affected her. Now, watching him navigate around his