Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Fisher Corporation.

CEO's Office.

"Mr. Fisher, these documents need your signature." John, the assistant, set a

stack of papers on Joshua's desk.

"Just leave them there," Joshua said, not even glancing up from his phone.

"Yes, Mr. Fisher." John placed the files down and quietly slipped out.

Joshua kept scrolling through his phone, checking his schedule, but then the date

caught his eye.

May 10th already.

Just ten days until May 20th—520. The unofficial day to say "I love you." He

needed to get Allie something special.

They weren't together yet. He was still the one running after her, but occasions

like this were his chance to show he cared. He wasn't going to let it slip by.

He opened his contacts and dialed the son of a luxury brand's CEO, asking if

there were any new limited-edition handbags dropping soon.

On the other end, his friend laughed and teased him in French, "Trying to impress

a girl?"

Joshua replied, his French perfect, "Of course. For my future wife."

two finally

Joshua's heart belonged

"Not yet."

check with

his friend wouldn't bother with details like upcoming

"Thanks," Joshua said quietly.

no need to be polite

minutes later, his friend called

global limited-edition handbag, three

photos.

looked over each one carefully. The design

all matte crocodile leather, each going

classic and versatile. Allie

one of

"Don't worry about paying—consider them a gift from

and Allie get back together

not happening. If I'm giving her a gift, it has to be from

call ended, Joshua opened his banking app

over.

***

convinced a notorious rich playboy

country.

he had conditions: she'd have to spend

face went stiff. She'd just

a

supposed to be

doctor said at

if she wanted to

safely again.

could seriously

her appeal would be over, and she'd be

way out.