Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 48

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 48

The shrill ring of the hotel’s phone suddenly rang, which woke me up from my deep slumber. A sigh left my lips because I wanted to stay where I was right now – in Henry’s arms under the silk blanket of the king-sized bed. Carefully, I took Henry’s arm off my waist and I reached for the phone.

“Hello?” I murmured, my voice foggy with sleep.

“Miss Watson?” A male voice said from the other side of the line. “Good morning! A Natasha Lesley has stopped by and insisted that you and Mr Parker make plans with her sometime in the next few days.”
I frowned. This was a weird way to let me know to make plans with Natasha. “Of course,” I answered.

“I will be sure to let her know. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I put the phone back down and turned around to find Henry staring at me with his dark hair sticking up everywhere. I had to admit, it looked pretty attractive. I suddenly became aware of the blush on my cheeks and cleared my throat, because he wouldn’t look away. “What?” I asked self-consciously.
He smiled and reached forward to caress my cheek. “You’re just very beautiful, that’s all.”

I shifted and if possible, my cheeks were now on fire. Henry chuckled at my reaction and pulled me to him. “Don’t say that,” I muttered into his chest.
“Why can’t I say it when it’s true?”
After realising I was probably in the process of falling for Henry last night, we had ended up in the bed talking about many things. We played the ‘truth’ game, where we asked each other random questions and the other had to reply with the truth. I remember vaguely I had fallen asleep while Henry had been telling me about how he had been obsessed with jam and butter sandwiches when he was about seven years old.
“By the way, who called?” Henry asked. I told him about the very strange phone call and he frowned. He wouldn’t even look at me.
“Henry, what’s up?” I asked. My heart was picking up its pace. What if it was something bad?
He looked away and asked softly, “Will Keith be there?”

I raised my eyebrow. He was asking if Keith was going to be there? He really hadn’t gotten over his jealousy issues yet. “Henry, I don’t like Keith like that,” I told him. He still wasn’t facing me, so I put a hand to his cheek and tilted his face so I could see his expression. It looked like sadness mixed with a tinge of anger. “Henry, why don’t you trust him? He wouldn’t make a move on me, ever.”
Henry let out a sigh and looked up to meet my eyes. “Steve told me that there was someone around us who is trying to break us up and working with the media. It seems like they haven’t achieved anything yet though …”
I involuntarily gasped. Someone was trying to break us up? Why would they do that? I voiced this aloud and Henry shrugged.
“There could be many reasons. Maybe someone wants to have me or you for themselves, maybe they want the status of Henry Parker’s girlfriend … I’m not sure.”
“And you think it’s Keith?”
Henry nodded once. How could Henry think it was Keith? It was obviously only one person. “Veronica,” I spat, wanting to badly slap the little wench in her pretty little face and leave a permanent bruise. “I say we take her down.”

Henry laughed at my comment and flicked my nose. “You’re so cute.”
I looked up at him beneath my lashes and glared at him because he wasn’t taking me seriously. “Stop smiling, you peanut! I’m serious!”
Henry let out a sigh, seeing that I was angry. “I don’t think it’s Veronica. She might be evil but let’s face it, the girl has no guts.”
I wanted to agree with that but instead, I rolled my eyes. “If she had the guts to insult me, then she has the guts to try and break us up,” I pointed out. “Come on, Henry! It’s so obvious! First she flirts with you, and then she kisses you -”

“How do you know about that?”
I looked up, startled to find Henry clenching his jaw. “I … I saw it,” I stammered, as his eyes pierced through mine. “But I walked out of there before I saw you push her off.”
“Oh … so wait, how did you know I pushed her off then?” Henry questioned, looking quite adorable with his confused puppy dog face.
“Keith told me,” I explained, unsure of how Henry would react to his name. After all, he hated his guts for the stupidest reason of all time.
But Henry surprised me as his lips curved into a smile. “For once I’m actually grateful for that guy,” he murmured, taking my hand in his. His face then loomed closer, which caused my heart to skip a beat. “I only want to kiss you, pancake. I’m all yours. No one else’s.”
I gulped and said hoarsely, “I’m all yours too.”
A small smile crossed my face as Henry leaned in slowly and slanted his lips over mine. Instinctively, I reached up to twine my arms around his neck and kissed him back, making him groan softly. To hear that reaction from him made me feel somewhat powerful. I really thought I could go on like this forever. I then felt his arms wrap themselves around my waist and suddenly, he yanked me onto him, without breaking the kiss. My heart was beating wildly by now and it became even more embarrassing as Henry gently bit my bottom lip.

I pushed myself away and felt my head spinning. Who knew teeth could be used for something other than chewing on food?

“Are you ok?” Henry asked, chuckling.
I flushed because I felt so embarrassed for him to be seeing me like this. Lying on top of him made everything worse, so I leaned sideways so I could be lying on my side again. Henry let me, but he was pouting while I did that.
“I’m fine,” I replied, rubbing the side of my head so the dizziness could go away.
Henry was staring at me with a small twinkle in his eyes. “I’ve never met a girl like you,” he mused, reaching out to ruffle my already messed up hair.

My heart dropped. Was he saying I was inexperienced? Seeing the sudden change of expression on my face, Henry scrambled to explain. “I mean that in a good way!”
I sighed with relief. Henry still looked panicked since he thought he had hurt my feelings, so I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and told him, “Calm down.”

He chuckled at my attempt to console him. “You know what? I want to take you out tomorrow,” he declared, looking proud of himself for thinking up such a great idea.

“You mean like … a date?” Henry rolled his eyes, so I took that as a yes. “Umm ok then,” I answered, feeling weird. I wondered what going out for dinner would be like with Henry as my date .

After a few more minutes of talking, cuddling and I admit, occasional kissing, we finally rose from bed. Henry had to do more filming today so I wouldn’t see him for a while unless I joined him. As Henry walked off to have a quick shower, an idea popped into my head. I could go and spy on Veronica! I grinned and hurried to change into fresh clothes.

When I finished slipping on a pair of sandals, Henry came out of the ensuite looking sexy in a fresh white shirt, dark jeans, a pair of Aviators covering his eyes and his hair still wet from the shower. I silently thanked God for making such a wonderful looking person.

I didn’t realise I was checking him out until he gave me his signature smirk. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

I glared at him. “Take a hint; I don’t think you’re handsome at all.” Turning away, I then stomped over to the door but before I could twist the brass doorknob, I felt Henry’s arm snake around my stomach and pull me back against his chest.

“You’re right. I’m not handsome. I’m way more than just handsome,” Henry murmured. “I’m more along the lines of tempting, sexy, hot –”

“Oh get over yourself,” I snapped, elbowing him hard in the gut so I he could let go. It worked and he let out a small ‘oomph.’ I grinned triumphantly. “Where’s your six pack, hey? Shouldn’t it be there to protect you?”
Henry gave me a wink and before I could protest, he lifted up the hem of his shirt. I screamed and closed my eyes. Even though they were to die for, I wasn’t going to look at them because I knew I would stare, or worse, start to drool, and that would give Henry the satisfaction he so badly needed. As I stood there still covering my eyes, I felt Henry pass me and walk out of the door and into the hallway of the hotel.

“You just wanted me to take my shirt off didn’t you?” I heard him say. As I removed my hands from my eyes, I found Henry sauntering down the hallway singing T-Pain’s song. “Uh uh uh uh uh uh, take your shirt off! Uh uh uh uh uh uh take your shirt off!”
What a jerk.

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