Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 16

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 16

I watched as he stalked out of the room.
D--n, he had walked away before I
could think of a comeback!
“Excellent! That means we’re heading to
Curacao on Wednesday in two weeks!”
I frowned. “Where the heck is that?”
“It’s an island in the Southern Caribbean
Sea. It’s just off the Venezuelan Coast. It’s
very relaxing and beautiful there. I’ve
been there once.”

Travel hadn’t been my biggest concern
back home. I had been too focused on
school and keeping my mother and I off
the streets, so I was quite excited. An
opportunity to visit new places was rare.

“The island Cade is investigating at will
be set on Curacao,” Steve explained.

“Sets have been built there already too.”
I nodded and then remembered I still
had to finish off the fruit salad. Excusing
myself, I walked out of the room and
back into the kitchen. Henry was sitting
on one of the kitchen stools … and
taking pieces of fruit from the large
bowl which contained all the fruit I had
cut up already!

“No eating!” I exclaimed hysterically. I
ran over and grabbed the bowl out of
Henry’s reach.

“But I was hungry!” Henry whined,
giving me puppy dog eyes. Like that was
going to work on me.

I put my hand on my hip and smiled
sweetly at him. “Well too bad for you.”
I stuck out my tongue at him just for
effect. I turned around and went back to
chopping up some more watermelon to
replace the ones Henry had eaten. As I
grabbed a hold of the knife, a large hand
covered my eyes.

“HEY!” I yelled. Dropping the knife on the
counter, I used my hands to try and pry
away Henry’s large hand which was
covering my vision. I could feel his chest
pressed lightly against my back and I
shivered unintentionally. “What are you
doing?!”

His hand finally came off my eyes and I
spun around to glare murderously at
him. I hoped he was scared but
knowing him he probably would laugh.
Henry had some strawberries in his
hand and just to aggravate me some
more, he popped one into his mouth.
“What are you going to do now
pancake?”

I gritted my teeth and spoke the first
thought which entered my brain. “I am
going to cut you into little pieces with
the knife so everyone can enjoy eating
you.”

“Ooh scary!”

I grabbed the knife and whirled it
around in my hand, attempting to look
like some professional ninja. As I took a
step forward, Steve walked into the
room with his eyes practically bulging
out of his sockets.


“Whoa Lainie, drop the knife!”
“He keeps stealing the fruit!” I
exclaimed, giving evil eyes to Henry.
Steve sighed. “Lainie, be reasonable. You
don’t go around stabbing people just
because they stole fruit.”

“Well actually I was going to cut him into
pieces,” I corrected.

“I’m the only responsible one here,”
Steve muttered.

“I’m responsible!” I cried. I realised I
hadn’t been the only one who had said
that and whipped my head to face
Henry, who was sitting on the stool
again. We both stuck our tongues at
each other.

“Yeah guys, real responsible you are,”
said Steve sarcastically. “Henry just stop
stealing things off Lainie, ok?”

Henry rolled his eyes. “Who knew you
were such a Dibby Dobber.”

I was about to retort back when
suddenly Henry jumped and nearly fell
out of his chair. If he hadn’t grabbed the
edge of the kitchen counter, he would
have flew onto floor. Not that I’m
complaining.

Both my face and Steve’s were the same:
incredulous. We then burst out laughing.
I couldn’t stop and had to wrap my arms
around my stomach because I had
stitches. My face must’ve been tomato
red but I didn’t care at the moment – his
face had been priceless!

“Shut up,” Henry growled. “I forgot I put
my cell on vibrate.”

Well that was even funnier! I snickered
and tried to keep from laughing aloud
again as Henry was talking on his cell.
“Stupid boy,” Steve muttered, making me
giggle.

After a few minutes, Henry hung up and
faced us. “That was my mom. She wants
me to come home with Lainie and stay
for a few days. She wants to get to
know her.”

I accidentally dropped the knife I was
holding. I had to meet his parents? Good
gracious! This was not a part of the
plan.

Steve shrugged as if it was no big deal. I
guess it was only a big deal to me. “Well
then go. Both of you can go to Newport
Beach and spend until the rest of
Wednesday, which is when we’re flying
out to Curacao for filming.”

Henry turned to me and asked, “Do you
want to go?”

Wow. He actually took my feelings into
consideration. This was a first. “I
wouldn’t mind meeting your parents,” I
replied. What a lie. For some reason I
didn’t really want to meet them. What if
they hated me? Even though I wasn’t his
real fiancée, why was I worried?
“Steve you should come too,” Henry said.
“Mom invited you.”

I looked at Steve, who was pursing his
lips. “Hmm … are you sure? If it’s really
ok, I’d love to go. I haven’t seen your
parents in a long time. Oh and I’m
bringing my laptop, you can’t stop me.”
I raised my eyebrow. Did the guy ever
take a break from work?

“Let’s leave next Wednesday so we can
spend a week there. That gives us four
days to pack,” Steve decided, clasping
his hands together.
“How can I pack in four days?” Henry
asked rhetorically, groaning.
Four days? Pft, I could pack in four
hours!