Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 45

4 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 45

I took out my clutch buried inside my suitcase to chuck my essentials in there. Cell phone, a small packet of Kleenex, Chap Stick … “Keith and I are going to a club opening tonight.”

“Why is he taking you out again? I thought he just took you out this morning.”

“Are you worried about me?” I teased, a small smile growing on the edge of my lips. I wished.

“No.”
“Liar!” I exclaimed, just to tease him.
“I’m not worried!”

I then thought of the jokes about Keith being gay and decided to use in that in action, just to see Henry’s reaction. I wondered what would happen. “You don’t need to worry about Keith.”

“Why not?” Henry questioned flatly.
I gave a dramatic little sigh to make what I was about to say seem real. “Look Henry, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, but you’re so overprotective so … here it is,” I started to say, watching as Henry took a cup of water and started to sip on it. “Keith isn’t exactly what you call ‘straight’ and the best thing is he’s crushing on you!”

Henry suddenly spat out the water and it stained the carpet. Oh my god, I wanted to laugh so badly but that would ruin my cover. His face had turned an angry shade of red, but to be honest, it kind of looked cute mixed with his bronze skin. “WHAT?!”

“I thought you’d be happy,” I said, batting my eyelashes innocently. “If you were worried he was going to make a move on me, he’s not!”

“Happy?!” He half yelled, looking a bit like a maniac. “He likes me! How can I be happy?!”
“Well, I thought you would have been flattered,” I said, smirking. “Clearly I was wrong.”

“Yes, you were wrong!”
There was suddenly a knock at the door and I walked off to open it. “Oh, and by the way, he’s got a photo of your six pack on his phone!” I added, just for amusement.
It turned out to be Keith at the door, so I let him in. He had wonderful timing. When Henry saw Keith, he looked like he was going to make a run for it and escape out of the window, the poor guy.
“Henry,” Keith greeted with a nod of his head. It was those nods that guys did, just to look macho. Like really?

Henry cleared his throat. “Keith.”
I shifted my weight from one foot to another and smiled at both of them. “Well we should get going … right Keith?” He nodded in agreement and we both walked out, but not before I called out to Henry, “I was joking!”

* * *

I scanned the long line with unease. It would take us ages to get into ‘Fusion’ (the club’s name) and I hated waiting. I voiced this aloud so Keith could hear and he gave me a little grin. Without saying anything, he pulled me along with him around the block to where the entrance was. He strode up to the bouncer with confidence and showed him something. I craned my head to see what it was, but all I caught was that it was rectangular shaped. The bouncer nodded and the both of us were let through. Amazed, I turned to Keith.

“What was that?” I asked, with my eyebrows raised. “You didn’t bribe him did you?”
Keith barked with laughter. “Of course not! That was a VIP pass.”

Oh, well that made sense now. The club was very modern and had three floors. The first floor was where a very large bar sat, along with booths for people to converse with each other. If you went upstairs, that was where the real party begun.

It had the biggest dance floor I had ever seen (even though I hadn’t visited many clubs), with a large stage for people to perform, and balconies where there were couches so people could sit and watch others dance. Laser lights shone everywhere. There was also a rooftop, but I didn’t bother checking that out.

After about an hour checking the place out, Keith and I were sitting on a couch on one of the balconies overlooking the dance floor, while he sipped on his Kaluha Mudslide (whatever that was) and I with a Long Island Iced Tea.

“Henry seemed weird when I came to pick you up,” Keith mentioned. “What’s up his monkey butt? Was he jealous?”

My mind instantly flickered to Henry’s reaction when I had told him Keith was crushing on him. I wished I had caught that moment on camera. “Well, it seemed like it and I wanted to play a prank on him, so I told him he didn’t have to worry about you, because you had a crush on him.”

Even though it was funny, I didn’t want to let out a laugh yet in case it had somehow offended Keith. But he let out a snort of laughter and asked, “How’d it go?”

I grinned. “He spat his water out and started going mad.”

After that, we talked a bit more but we were interrupted by my phone vibrating in my clutch. I apologised to Keith and flipped my cell open. It was from Henry.

Henry: It’s nearly midnight. Come home.
Was it nearly midnight already? I looked at the time on my cell and it was nearly midnight. Wow. I quickly texted, I think I’ll stay here however long I want.

Henry texted back nearly immediately with:
COME HOME. I don’t trust Hudson.

He didn’t trust Keith? Geez, he really needed to stop with that. I looked up at Keith, who was surveying the dance floor down below and frowned. How exactly did Henry not trust Keith? He seemed like one of the most trusted people I had met.

This whole thing is fake anyway. Why are you so worried?

Suddenly, a blonde bombshell, sat herself next to Keith. We both frowned at her, but at the same time we realised who it was.

“Natasha?” We both asked in unison.
She giggled and was holding a fruity Cosmopolitan in her hand. Natasha looked amazing, with her platinum blond hair running like a river down her backless red bodycon dress. Her bright blue eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and mascara.

“Hello guys!” She greeted cheerily.
That was when I felt my cell vibrate again. I checked it and rolled my eyes at Henry’s response – I don’t care. I don’t want you near Hudson cos it’s bad publicity, so COME HOME.

How could Henry just tell me – no wait, order me, to come home? Was he crazy?! Even if I liked him, I wasn’t going to listen to him. No one ordered me around because I was my own person. I snapped my cell shut and shoved it in my clutch, fuming.

“Wow, is that you Natasha?” Keith asked with an eyebrow raised, which snapped me out of my thoughts. I whacked him on the shoulder. How mean of him.

“Of course,” she replied, giggling. I think she was drunk. She turned to me and leaned forward to twirl of lock of my hair around her finger. “Lainie, your hair is so silky.”

I laughed weakly at her drunkenness. “Not as silky as yours,” I chirped.

She batted her eyelashes and waved off my comment. “No, no,” she denied, being modest. “Oh my god! You guys should so hit the dance floor!”

While Keith shifted uncomfortably in his seat, I spoke up. “Nah, I won’t have anyone to look after this.” I waved my clutch in the air to show what I meant.

Natasha smiled at me. “Oh no, don’t worry, I’ll look after it.”

Keith turned to me and held out his hand. “So how about it, Lainie?”

I gave him a smile and put my hand in his. Henry would not take away the fun from tonight. I was going to party like it was the end of the world.
Keith then led me downstairs and we weaved ourselves through the throng of people, who were flaunting their bodies to what seemed like ‘Like A G6’ but distorted due to the DJ on stage. Keith pulled me to where the heart of the party, where the music pulsed loudly and lasers shone all over Keith and I.

Dancing with Keith did not take my mind of Henry at all. Even though I was dancing with Keith, I couldn’t help but think things like how his hair should be darker and less wavy, or that his eyes should be a dark shade of gold instead of a dull green, and that his skin should be a bit tanner.
After a few more dances, we headed upstairs to where Natasha was chatting animatedly to some guy. I grabbed my clutch and thanked her for looking after it.

“No worries Lainie,” Natasha replied, giggling. She then put a hand on the guy’s thigh, who was sitting next to her. “Oh, this is Pedro by the way!”

As Keith and I left, I heard ‘Pedro’ telling Natasha that his name was ‘Paolo.’ I laughed aloud at Natasha’s mistake. I told Keith that he didn’t have to bring me back to the Royal Crystal, but he insisted that he would make sure I get back to the hotel safely. Bless his heart, but it wasn’t like I was going to do anything stupid.
The ride back seemed short, because before I knew it, Keith was saying, “I had a great night Lainie,” and we were outside the hotel.

“Me too,” I lied partially. Sure, at first it was fun, but until Henry had texted me, it had killed my mood. I had been furious. Then, I had danced with Keith and secretly wished he was Henry, which made me all the more furious. I was supposed to be thinking about killing him, not dancing with him.

I waved until Keith sped off, and after he was out of sight, I headed upstairs to our hotel suite via the elevator. I was ready to snap Henry’s neck off. Sure I liked him, but he could be such an arrogant human being, or maybe he wasn’t even one.

When I finally reached the door, I took a breath and swung it open. Turning on the lights, I frowned as I found Henry lying on the sofa, his eyes closed, but then my eyes widened when I saw the empty bottle of vodka on the floor.