Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 18

When I finished, I gathered all the shirts
and carefully packed them all into
Henry’s luggage bag. When Henry
walked into the room, I have him a
sweet smile and held up the Elvis shirt
for him to see. “Sexy isn’t it? I’m sure
your parents would love to see you in
this. Do you have matching pants?” I
teased.

Henry smirked. “It’s very sexy indeed, I’m
sure my parents would love it. And
unfortunately I do have matching pants.
I was forced to wear it to a costume
party once I believe.”
“Alright, I’ll pack the matching pants for
you as well,” I said stifling a giggle. I was
so going to make him wear that
sometime.

“Go ahead, my dear.”
Once I had found the pants to go with it,
I sat crossed-legged on the floor and
started on placing Henry’s clothes into
his luggage bag. Suddenly, I felt Henry
behind me, his hot breath tickling my
ears. “Need help?” He whispered huskily.
Shivers ran down my spine and I gulped.
“S-sure,” I stammered. I watched, frozen,
as Henry chuckled and plopped himself
on the ground gracefully in front of me. I
blinked and shook my head from the
after effect of Henry whispering in my
ear. Oh, what had gotten into me?

* * *

“You’re nervous aren’t you?”
“Nope.”

“Sure,” he snorted. “No wonder you’re
anxiously glancing around and tapping
your foot.”

“Can it, peanut,” I snapped, folding my
arms and looking out the tinted window
of Steve’s black SUV. Even if he could give
me delicate shivers by whispering in my
ear, he was so not worth it.

“Peanut?” Henry repeated, raising an
eyebrow. “Where in the world did you
get that from?”

I rolled my eyes. “You seem to have
memory problems. You’re allergic to
peanuts. Oh wait, I shouldn’t have said
that. Then you wouldn’t remember and
you go and eat some nuts and swell
and die. Then we’ll all live happily ever
after.”

Henry and Steve then burst out laughing
which made me irritated. What was up
with them?!

“Since when are you allergic to
peanuts?” Steve asked, turning his head
to Henry.

Ok, what? I’m pretty sure a celebrity’s
manager would know all about his
celebrity’s allergies.

“Since Lainie froze water in my cereal
bowl,” Henry replied, smirking at me
through the rear view mirror.

Oh that jerk! How could he?! How
could he?! So he had known what I had
had in store for him! How
embarrassing! “You liar!” I hissed,
leaning forward to glare at Henry.

You see, Henry was driving as Steve had
needed to talk to on his Blackberry to
confirm some things about Henry’s big
movie deal.

“It’s not like you’ve lied – ‘I hate you’!”
Henry did a poor impersonation of me
and then snorted. “C’mon, nobody hates
me. They either envy me or admire me.”
I stared. “One day, that big ego of yours
will eventually swallow you up.”

“Never heard that one before,” Steve
mused, leaning forward to turn on the
air con up. There was silence for a few
minutes during which I studied my nails.

Then Steve turned around to grin at me.
“Lainie,” he sang. “We’re here!”
My head shot up. I turned to my right
and pushed down the button to open
the window. The hazy, fresh, salty aroma
of the beach filled my nose, making me
smile. I really liked beaches, even if that
was the place where someone had
stolen my first kiss. We were passing a
street of cute shops until Henry turned
around a corner leading into a
neighbourhood of houses. Very nice
houses I might add. As we passed by all
of them, I studied them, deciding which
ones looked good and which ones
didn’t. It was a game I used to play ever
since third grade.

The car suddenly slowed and turned left
onto a small driveway. The Parkers lived
in a spacious double-storey, tan beach
house with arch shaped windows.

Although it was handsome, I secretly
preferred Henry’s white mansion. Other
than Steve’s SUV, a navy BMW sat in the
driveway. Everyone was so rich!

We all got out of the car and Henry
showed off by lifting his and my suitcase
in one hand. Jerk.

“Henry quit trying to impress Lainie,”
Steve barked, taking his laptop bag in
his hand. I giggled as Henry’s sharp, tan
cheekbones blushed a delicate pink.

That’s twice I’ve seen him blush. It was
nice to know he was human at least. We
dragged our luggage (well, only I did,
Henry and Steve lifted them) to the front
door. Steve rang the doorbell, which was
the tune of ‘The Saints Go Marching.’
Nice.

I could hear light footsteps coming from
the other side of the door making me
hold my breath. Would they like me? I
was a nervous wreck inside. Then, the
door opened …