"What if we invite a billionare to our fake marriage, then get the gift?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Chastity asked.

Living with Lust was definitely a challenge. First of all, she was careless as all hell, and Chastity doesn't like clutter.

Second of all, she was random. As in, "let's-go-rob-a-bank-at-3-AM" random.

"What if," Lust repeated slowly, as if she was talking to child, "we invite—"

"I get what you said," Chastity said irritably, "But we can't just invite a billionaire to a fake marriage just for the gift. Are you nuts?"

"Probably," Lust grinned. "Are you in?"

Chastity sighed. She knew she was going to regret this.

"Yes."

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