His Ex Girl

Chapter 4- Decisions and Hair Color

Rafael's POV:

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the kitchen as I stood at the stove, the smell of sizzling bacon filling the air. The aroma mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, creating an inviting atmosphere that promised a great start to the day. I directed my attention to the other pan, flipping the eggs before they could burn. My mind wandered back to last night for the second time today. 

Yasmin. Her name danced through my thoughts like a melody, evoking a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Excitement due to my sudden need for a wife and uncertainty due to how easy it was for me to offer her my help to get revenge. I've avoided Ethan for the longest time and now I was tossing myself into the fire by helping his ex-wife. 

Should I back out and find someone else to help me fool the board? Was it a good idea to involve myself in the feud that was sure to begin between Ethan and Yasmin? It was a sound yes for the first question and a resounding no for the latter, still that wasn't going to deter me. We already agreed on this there was no way I could back out now. 

She was perfect for the role and if I was being honest I was glad she was heartbroken, it made it easier for her to not fall in love with me. I wasn't looking for a love match and it was important that we both knew that. 

Lost in thought, I absentmindedly plated the breakfast, arranging the eggs and bacon with practiced precision. I poured two cups of coffee, the rich aroma mingling with the tantalizing scent of food. As I carried the plates to the table, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that lingered.

I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I found myself face to face with Yasmin, clad in nothing but one of my button-down shirts. For a moment, my breath caught in my throat, and all I could do was trace the curve of her figure beneath the fabric. The novelty of her being in my shirt coupled with the fact that her very long bare legs were plain to be seen, left me reeling with emotions I wasn't prepared to handle. 

I quickly averted my eyes, cursing myself for the sudden rush of desire that surged through me. This wasn't supposed to happen. Sure, I noticed she was an immensely attractive woman but my body wasn't supposed to be as weak to her charms as it was. I was stronger than this, damn it!

"Good morning," Yasmin greeted with a smile, her voice breaking through the haze that seemed to cloud my thoughts. 

"Morning," I replied, my voice a little hoarse as I cleared my throat. I gestured to the table, doing my best to not let my gaze fall to her legs again. "I made breakfast. Help yourself."

She nodded appreciatively, crossing the room to join me at the table. As she settled into a chair, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my mind still reeling from the unexpected sight of her in my clothes. It wasn't that unexpected since I was the one who gave her the shirt but I wasn't expecting the way my body reacted. I silently chided myself for the flutter of attraction I felt, quickly reminding myself of the rules I mentally put in place for this to work. Thankfully she didn't notice or she decided to ignore it, either way I was grateful. I silently took a seat, adding food to my plate. 

"So, about our arrangement," she began, her tone businesslike as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "We need to discuss how we're going to present ourselves to the world."

I nodded in agreement, sipping my coffee thoughtfully. "I've been giving it some thought as well," I admitted. "It wouldn't do for us to raise any suspicions. I have a friend who's hosting a gala next weekend," I offered. "It's sure to be filled with the city's elite. If we show up together, it'll definitely turn heads."

Yasmin considered my suggestion for a moment before nodding in approval. "That sounds perfect," she agreed. "It'll be a great way for us to get everyone's attention."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at her approval. I could have easily made the plans and discussed them with her later but I thought better of it and I was glad I did. "It's settled then."

"There's one thing we haven't discussed," she began hesitantly, "Ethan... I can't help but worry about how he'll react when he hears about us or worse what he'll do when he sees us."

I paused, considering her words carefully before responding. She was right, it was likely that Ethan would make a scene and demand to know what was going on between us but even while he would be dying to do just that he won't. His marriage to her was kept out of the public eye, to everyone else it never happened, the only reason I knew was because of the private investigator I hired to keep an eye on him. "Yasmin, remember that your marriage to Ethan was never public. Unless he's walking around with the marriage certificate in hand, no one would have reason to believe him," I reassured her gently, hoping I didn't upset her.

Her expression softened slightly at my words, though a hint of sadness lingered in her eyes. It was clear that despite the circumstances of their divorce, the thought of Ethan's disapproval still weighed heavily on her mind. I wish there was something I could do to help her but all I had to offer her was money and revenge.

Nevertheless, her spirits seemed to lift as quickly as they had faltered. With a determined glint in her eye, she straightened in her seat, a newfound resolve evident in her demeanor. "You're right," she agreed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Yasmin continued, her smile widening, "By the way, what's your type in women?"

I raised a brow surprised by her sudden question. "My type?"

"Yeah or what does the media think you're time is?"

That wasn't what I expected her to ask, in fact no one has ever really asked me what I look for in a woman. Being blessed with good looks and a rich family ensured that I never had to do much to impress a woman, because of that I've dated all sorts of women. 

"I don't know, blonde?" the look she gave me had me wanting to hide behind my phone. "I've never really thought about it."

She sighed dramatically, throwing her hands in the air. "I guess I'll just pick a random color then."

"You could do black," I spoke without thinking. "You have stunning eyes, a darker color would make them stand out more."

She looked at me as if I was crazy then a large smile graced her lips. "Yes," she exclaimed, her eyes alight with excitement.