Category: Agreements With Mr Rich Boy by rosie

41 | A Small Fortune THE NEXT MORNING, I got my arse out of bed as quickly as possible. It wasn’t that I was in any way uncomfortable… far from it. In fact, I couldn’t have thought of anything better than staying with Archer in that bed. But it was all happening at once. I just couldn’t cope with having to face him right then. The line between ‘apart of […]

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40 | Confessions The light buzzing of sounds and a light creeping onto my face woken me at some ungodly hour the next morning. I turned over, desperate to chase the sleep I’d just been pulled out of but it was pointless. Archer was sat propped up in bed, telly going and running his hands over his face. “What are you doing up?” I asked him, making him jump a […]

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39 | Typical WE MAKE OUR WAY back to the chalet. I didn’t know quite how to recover from what had happened. It was a small interaction, inconsequential even, but there was just something different, like me being the one to initiate contact had messed with something. Or that even with no one around we needed to convince we were in a relationship, and we had still… flirted? Was that what that […]

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38 | A Wild Guess I REALLY WISH ONE day I’ll wake up and my hair won’t look like a rat’s nest and my face won’t have a trail of dried spit running down on one side of it, and my breath will be minty fresh without brushing. And I really wish today had been that day. Because lying very, very close to me was Archer. When I’d thought about how unlikely it […]

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37 | Safe Landing A KNOCKING AWOKE ME the next morning. A man in a high-vis jacket was stood by the window, wrapped snugly in a variety of layers. He wore a hat and a scarf, too, but I could still see his flushed cheeks from the cold. I sprang upright, whereas Archer took his time rubbing his eyes and sitting erect. “Vous pourrez conduire dans environ dix minutes, Monsieur,” he […]

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36 | Trend Setter I GULPED. “I didn’t think it was any of your business, that’s why.” Archer didn’t seem in the least bit fazed by my outburst, instead he looked over at me for a moment, assessing me. Drawing his eyes back to the road, he said, “Are you embarrassed of her?” “What?” I asked, hand falling down from being propped up to lean on to the door, making […]

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36 | Trend Setter I GULPED. “I didn’t think it was any of your business, that’s why.” Archer didn’t seem in the least bit fazed by my outburst, instead he looked over at me for a moment, assessing me. Drawing his eyes back to the road, he said, “Are you embarrassed of her?” “What?” I asked, hand falling down from being propped up to lean on to the door, making […]

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35 | No Escape “STOP FUSSING,” SHE SAID, for the last time as she practically shoved Archer and I out of the door. It was always the way with her: no dilly dallying or fussing allowed. It just wasn’t her way. “Are you sure?” I repeated, despite having noticed her tight skin pulling even tighter across her brow as she looked up at me. “I swear to god, Jolie,” she said, […]

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34 | Pull Yourself Together (please read a/n at the bottom, thank you x) I’D TRIED TO GET away from Archer as quickly as possible, but made it seem subtle that I wanted to high-tail it as far from his as possible. Hopefully. I just couldn’t quite think straight when he was near me, whether that be five feet or a few inches. God, what is happening to me? A nagging voice in […]

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33 | Chance Your Bets ARCHER WAS WAITING where I’d instructed, right under a rather flattering portrait of Henry VIII. He looked regal, powerful, like with a flick of his finger he could rebuild the world or destroy it… Henry wasn’t looking too shabby either. “Where exactly are we going?” He asked, looking at the modest blanket in my hand. I’d figured Archer wouldn’t be too pleased if I got his […]

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