Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 3

5 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 3

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Playing With Fire

I jumped in my seat and turned around
to find possibly one of the sexiest guys
I’ve ever met. I admit, I had searched
him in Google Images before I came, so I
knew what I would be dealing with, but
he was just so much better in person!
His jet black hair curled slightly at the
ends and his liquid brown-gold eyes
twinkled as he assessed me. A smirk sat
on his sharp face and his well-defined
muscles showed through his thin white
V neck tee.

I cursed myself, horrified I was actually
checking him out. But I knew I wasn’t
going to fall for him – I wanted a real
guy, a gentleman. That guy who tells you
you’re beautiful everyday, kisses you in
the pouring rain and remembers your
birthday (yes, I’m a bit of a romantic) but
by the looks of it, the famous Henry
Parker was nothing like that.

I mean, c’mon, a gentleman definitely
doesn’t smirk. So, I straightened my back
and lifted my gaze to his. Be confident,
Lainie!

“You must be Henry,” I answered coolly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see
Steve’s bemused face at our odd
exchange.

“Of course, who wouldn’t know me?”
With that, he strode carelessly into the
kitchen, while I sat there just a little bit
flustered. Ok, so the thought about an
owner of a beautiful mansion must be
beautiful (inside) too, was definitely
wrong. He seemed so shallow, so
callous.

Steve sighed. “Ignore his narcissism. I’ll
take your bags up to your room and you
can go into the kitchen and maybe talk
to him.”

I grimaced. “Can’t I see my room now?”
Steve laughed my reaction. “Later.”
I groaned loudly, just so he could hear
how much I didn’t want to talk to Henry,
even thought I knew it wouldn’t work. I
trudged into the kitchen and found
Henry leaning against the kitchen island,
sipping a glass of lemonade.

My entire mood had changed since I had
met Henry … in a bad way, of course.

I plopped myself on the stool by the
island and an awkward silence followed.

Well, it was awkward to me but to Henry
I guess it wasn’t, since he was staring
out of the kitchen window without a
care in the world and into his fabulous
backyard.

He turned back to me and studied me,
making me
uncomfortable. Too uncomfortable.

“You know what’s a shame?” Henry
asked.

Wow, he actually didn’t say something …
mean. Even though he had only said a
sentence to me before, it had made me
immediately assume he was a cad.

“What?”
“When your fake fiancée isn’t even
pretty,” he replied, shaking his head. I
didn’t think of myself as pretty but did
he really have to say it to my face?
“You have a chest as flat as a pancake,”
he continued, grimacing.

I clenched my fist. OK, that was it!
“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed. “For your
information, I am not! Just look at you! I
don’t know how you won the award for
hottest bachelor of the year; you’re not
even hot.”

Alright, so that was just a teeny lie, but I
wasn’t going to back down from the
egoistic jerk.

“Ouch,” Henry replied, running a hand
over his biceps. “Are you blind? Can’t
you see my babies?”

“You mean your biceps?”
He nodded. “Want to see my other
babies?”

I was confused for a second, but then
he started to lift his shirt up and I yelped
and covered my eyes. I mean, who knew
what was under there?! He probably
had some sort of sixteen-pack. Even
though all I wanted was a gentleman,
hot, hard abs unfortunately made any
girl weak.