Spend A Night with My CrushChapter 1 You Look Just Like My Lady
The moment I heard Jack Ray's ex-wife was back, I had my bags packed and was out the door within two minutes.
Okay, not exactly on the spot—I'd been ready to bolt for a while.
Half a year back, when my career was in the dumps, I ran into my high school heartthrob, Jack. He was already running his family's enterprise and, get this, secretly married.
He eyed me, a mischievous smirk curling his lips.
"You look just like my lady."
I was about to make a dash for it, but then he threw me a curveball, "My lady's vanished. How's five million to play her double?"
Honor's one thing, but money talks—I wasn't about to fuss over it.
So, I moved into the Ray mansion and stepped into the role of the ever-dutiful wife.
I never snooped around his whereabouts or checked his phone.
But I was clear on my part: just the understudy, always prepped to exit stage left.
These are my rules: no drama, no strings, no looking back!
Time to cut and run!
After rolling my suitcase out the door, I went back in to make one last sweep of the place.
Satisfied that I'd left not a trace, I finally breathed easy and flagged down a cab.
All the while, I couldn't help but think, "I'm one hell of a stand-in!"
Dozing off in the back of the cab, I was snapped awake by a text from Jack.
"The lady's back. Come with me to pick her up."
It hit me like a ton of bricks.
And those bricks should've struck him, not me!
The real deal's in town and he wants a decoy for company? Man, that's cold!
It tore me up inside.
My high school dreamboat, my once-shiny knight—how did he end up like this?
I blocked Jack right then.
No one was going to taint my pristine memories of him—not even him!
By the time he rang again, I was already at the airport.
He dialed from an unknown number since I'd blocked all known contacts.
"Sophie Morris, where the heck are you headed?"
"Get back and we will talk!"
I exhaled deeply.
Falling for a fill-in isn't just for novels, turns out it's real life too.
Real life's more of a soap opera than any book!
"The lady's back, so it's my cue to bow out."
"Jack, let me go. Live your life well with your lady!"
I've got my principles. His ex is back, and I won't play the mistress!
Silence on the line, then Jack finally spoke, "Sophie, come back. You two might hit it off, maybe even like each other."
I was confused, "What?"