Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 29

5 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 29

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What? They knew each other since
freakin’ junior year?! I strained my ears for more, while pretending to be laughing along with April calling her brother a pig.
“I’ve grown up now,” Steve defended.

“I know,” Arianne said softly looking down at her hands. Then she looked back up and ruffled Steve’s hair. I didn’t dare believe what was seeing. Both were smiling at each other as if they had some sort of secret and their eyes were twinkling …

There was no doubt the way they were looking at each other was love.

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Kicking back, I made a mental note to buy a private jet one day if I ever become rich enough. They were so cool. I was relaxing back on the built in white couch with my feet on the small green table in front of me. Henry’s private jet had two rooms and I was in the more relaxing one. Henry was sitting across from me and eating some grapes, while Steve was in the other room, most likely on his beloved laptop.

“I want grapes too,” I said with my eyes closed and head rested against the leather of the couch.

“Alright,” Henry answered.

“HEY!” Oh my god! He chucked at grape at my face! I felt it roll of my face and onto the carpet.
“You said you wanted grapes, so I gave one to you,” Henry explained with a small snicker.
I rolled my eyes. What an idiot. “I meant pass the bowl, not chuck a grape.”

“Oh c’mon! Chucking grapes is fun! I do it all the time.” Henry took hold of another grape and aimed it at my face again. I dodged it quickly but it still hit my hair.

“Stop it!”
“Make me.”
Oh I’ll make you. Grabbing the bowl of strawberries in front of me, I expertly aimed one at Henry’s nose.

“Hey!”
I laughed at Henry’s incredulous expression. “That’s what you get for being such a jerk, peanut .”

“Oh you’re going to get it,” Henry threatened. He stood up with a wicked grin on his face. My eyes widened. What was he going to do? Suspicious, I stood up and backed away. Henry still stalked forward, looking like a crazy animal after his prey. I couldn’t even get past him to the door which led to the other room where Steve was! I was trapped.

“AHH!” Henry suddenly yelled, leaping at me. I screamed as he tackled me onto the couch, tickling my sides endlessly. Crap. I was done for.

“OH MY GOD! ST-STOP!”

His rough hands poking and tickling my sides was absolute torture. I hated being a person who was ticklish. “ Please ,” I gasped out weakly. ” What-would-J-Jesus do?! ” You know those times when you laugh so hard that you can’t talk or breathe? Yeah, this was one of those times.

Then Henry stopped. Finally! I caught up with my breathing and looked up at Henry to glare at him. My eyes widened when I realised his face had been closer than I thought. If I moved just an inch forward, his lips would touch mine.

Oh my god. Why was I thinking abut his lips?

His golden brown eyes looked shocked too, like he hadn’t been expecting to be this close to me. I saw his eyes darken into what seemed like … lust. Like as if he was noticing me for the first time.