Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 4

“Is it too much for you to handle,
pancake?”

* * *
It had been an hour since Henry had
called me ‘pancake.’ It was now his
permanent nickname for me.

How could I survive living with the
douche? He was someone who
expected everything to be done for him,
just like my mother. I sighed. But then, I
had lived with my mother for the past
eighteen years, so I guess I could deal
with him for a few months. But he was
just so … aggravating!

I had spent the last hour unpacking my
stuff and checking out my new
bedroom. It was of generous space, but
not too big, which I liked too. A large
oak table sat facing the window with a
spinning chair. At least I had a working
space!

I also had a soft cream rug near my
queen sized bed. My room actually felt
quite comfortable, but I had added a
few homey touches such as my poster
of Glee, my favourite TV show. It was my
guilty pleasure.

I was in the kitchen cooking at the
moment, since I had volunteered to
make dinner. Both Steve and Henry were
all too happy to let me explore the
kitchen. I was used to it anyway, but I
also planned to give Henry a taste of his
own medicine. I
had accidentally chucked in more chilli
than I was supposed to for Henry’s slice
of enchilada.

Right at that moment, he staggered into
the kitchen. “Phew! What’s that smell?!
Its definitely not pancakes, that’s for
sure!”

“Enchiladas,” I replied, ignoring his
pancake joke.

“Mexican, huh?” Henry asked. “Hmm …
I’ll need something sweet afterwards.
Maybe pancakes …?”

At first I was about to tell him that we
were having ice cream for dessert, but I
realised Henry’s mind was nowhere near
food.

“Ugh, never, you sick pervert!”
So he was conceited and he had a dirty
mind! Well, I guess I shouldn’t be
surprised, right? Usually all players have
dirty minds.

Henry smirked. “It’s all good, you don’t
need to worry. Why would I want to
sleep with a pancake anyway?”

“I’m not like the Barbie dolls you sleep
with, got it?” I snapped while plating up
for dinner.

Steve came into the kitchen holding
papers and frowning. “What about
Barbie dolls?”

“Steve, can you please tell Henry to stop
calling me pancake?” I asked politely.

Steve had to be on my side since
he was my uncle. Family comes first,
right?

“Why are you calling her pancake?”
Steve asked, facing Henry.

I expected Henry to at least have the
decency to look scared but nope, he just
grinned! “She has a flat as a pancake
chest,” he replied easily.

Steve looked incredulous, and then
roared with laughter. Great, he wasn’t
on my side after all. So much for family
loyalty!

“Sorry,” he finally choked out. “But its
just … you two are like an old married
couple arguing.”

“I would never marry him, he’s such a
perv!” I exclaimed.

“And she’s such a pancake!” Henry
yelped, looking equally as horrified.
I sighed exasperatedly at him. “That
doesn’t even make sense!”

This made Steve laugh again so I
grabbed the cups of water in my hand,
ready to take them to the dining table.
“Take the plates, Henry,” I ordered.

I saw Henry roll his eyes and I walked off
first and into the dining room, where
Steve had just taken a seat.

“Henry, hurry up!” I called, since he was
carrying the food.

I was hungry and so was Steve, but
most importantly, I couldn’t wait to see
Henry jump up and down like a monkey
when he swallows all the chilli I had
given him.

Henry then came in and set the table, but
he gave me his plate. “No, this is yours,”
I said. “I put more chilli in mine because
I like it that way.”

Henry shrugged and switched them. I
smiled as he didn’t question any further
and looked up beneath my lashes to see
if Henry had taken a bite, but he hadn’t.
He was listening intently to what Steve
was saying. I bit into my enchilada and
chewed.

“Ok you two,” Steve addressed. “About
the engagement, we’re going to
announce it next week on Saturday and
meanwhile …”

But I couldn’t hear Steve anymore. I
could only concentrate on the burning,
hot s£nsat!on in the back of my throat. I
knew enchiladas were chilli, but it
wasn’t this chilli! Oh no …

I looked up, horrified to see Henry trying
to contain a smile as he watched me,
whilst pretending to listen to Steve. He
then took a dramatic large bite out of
his and smirked at me. What.did.he.do!
I fanned my mouth and grabbed my
glass of water, chugging it down as fast
as I could, but it wouldn’t dull the
intense burning! I felt like strangling
Henry! I couldn’t believe the guy had
beaten me at my own game! He had
probably swapped the piece of
enchilada on the plates, that jerk! I
pushed myself out of my seat and
rushed into the kitchen to grab more
water. I added loads of ice and drank
the whole cup. Well, it took about three
cups before I could actually talk.

Once I had finished, Henry sauntered
into the kitchen, hands in his pockets.

“What happened, Lainie?” he asked,
faking concern.

“You know what happened!” I hissed,
narrowing my eyes at him. God, I could
still taste the chilliness in my mouth and
down my throat, and trust me, it wasn’t
pleasant.

He laughed, amused. “Ooh, you’re quite
feisty you know?”

Yeah, I knew I could be feisty when I
wanted to be. “Don’t do that again, ok?”
He made an innocent look while I glared.
“Do what? You said you added more
chilli to your plate, right? Why are you
blaming me?!”

I groaned and stomped out of the room,
but not before screaming, “I hate you!”