Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 51

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 51

Veronica was screaming at him to let go of her and was trying very hard to step on his foot.

“Veronica!” Peter boomed. “Stop NOW!”
After a few more seconds of flailing around, she finally realised the person who had spoke was practically her boss. She stopped and looked up, her eyes wide and her dark locks looking very much like a haystack. I secretly took a bit of satisfaction in that because she prided herself on her looks.

“I don’t know what’s going on here but it must stop now and it will NEVER happen again. Do you two understand?”

I bit my lip and felt slightly upset that Peter was not only angry, but disappointed in me. He clearly hadn’t expected something so outrageous from me . I kept my eyes on the floor as I answered quietly, “Yes Peter.”

It felt like I was in elementary school again and the teacher would say she was disappointed in me for something like not sharing food with my classmates. She would give me this look and I would feel so unworthy of myself.

“Good. Now everybody, back to work!” He barked, obviously irritated with the people who had stopped working to watch the fight between Veronica and I.

When I looked up, I saw Keith give me a soft smile. “If you ask me, I thought you were pretty badass,” he informed before walking away. Despite the situation I was in, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Henry then came over to me after having a few words with Peter. “Come on, we’re leaving,” was all he said.
My heart dropped as I followed him to the car. He was mad at me for sure. I slowly got into the passenger’s seat and sat there, staring ahead. Would he give me the silent treatment or would he go ballistic? I’d rather him shout at me. It was better than keeping his thoughts to himself so I wouldn’t know what he was thinking and die slowly. Henry didn’t say anything so I decided to start.

“So … I heard guys like watching catfights,” I started off in a conversational tone. “Did you like it? It is some psychological thing or -”
“If you want to know if I’m angry at you Lainie, just ask.”

D--n. He knew me. “Fine. Are you angry?”
As Henry made a right turn, he clenched his jaw. “Yes I am,” he answered simply.

I sighed loudly as I realised that he was not going to elaborate. “Look, I’m sorry, but she’s trying to break us up along with some weirdo and she’s got something on us. When she insulted me and slapped me, I just kind of lost it ok? Isn’t it ok to ‘lose it ’ sometimes?”
I sat there fuming for a few seconds before Henry finally responded. “It is, but you could’ve gotten hurt …”

I blinked as I registered what he had just said. He had been worried about me? So his main intentions were to protect me? I guess I had some apologising to do …

“I really am sorry,” I murmured. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

Henry’s gaze softened as I promised not to get into a fight and he reached for my hand to sq££ze it gently. “I know. But you know want to know something?”

“What?”
He smirked at me. “You were pretty badass. Other than worrying about if you got hurt or not, I was thinking … that’s my girl.”

I stared at him with incredulity until his cheeks became slightly pink. “You know, that’s what Keith said,” I commented, realising the strangeness of both of them using the same word. “He said I was badass too!”

“Well forgive me for stealing his word … he says it, I take it.”

Something then clicked in my brain. “Wait … did he talk to you?” I asked slowly. I needed time to comprehend this. Henry wasn’t even gritting his teeth in disgust as he talked about Keith!
“Yeah well, even though I’m still jealous, I’ve put that aside …” I raised my eyebrow at him and he groaned. “Fine, maybe not entirely, but I know now Veronica’s actually the one who’s been snooping around so I guess I could give the guy a chance.”

I snorted. “More like he should be giving you a chance. You’re the one who’s been rude to him.”

“Well maybe he shouldn’t have tried to get cosy with my fiancée.”

“We’re not really engaged, genius,” I reminded him.

After a bit of bantering, we finally reached the hotel. As Henry and I stepped onto the elevator, he suggested that we should tell Steve about Veronica. I agreed in a heartbeat. Maybe Steve could fix this mess.

Once we reached the right floor, we walked out and headed down the hallway until we reached the right door. I was about to knock, but Henry tested out the doorknob. It worked. I frowned as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me inside. Henry had left the door to our hotel suite open most of the time too. What was wrong with these Hollywood people? Didn’t they fear for their safety? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were killed one day by a chainsaw man.
We walked further inside and found someone’s luggage by the shelf. I frowned. Was Steve leaving Curacao? As we came into view of the couch, I found my answer. Arianne was sitting on the couch … lip locked with my
uncle.

It wasn’t M-rated or anything, just a simple kiss, but all the same it made me uncomfortable. Who would want to witness your uncle and your boyfriend’s mother kissing?

“Get your hands off my mother,” Henry suddenly growled. Steve and Arianne immediately sprang apart and looked at us guiltily.

“Henry, I can explain -”
“You don’t need to explain,” Henry spat. “You were all over her. How long has this affair been going on huh? Why would you not tell me?!”

Instead of pleading for Henry’s forgiveness, Steve snorted. “It’s not like you’ve been wholly honest with me.” He nodded his head to Henry’s arm around my waist and I felt my cheeks flush. Oh man, we had some explaining to do.

“Your relationships last shorter than my showers!” Steve continued, as he hopped up from the couch. He then strode over to us and I blinked from the fast movement. I immediately stepped back, afraid of what would happen. Would he get into a fight with Henry? “I don’t want you anywhere near my niece. She’ll end up heartbroken like all the other girls you’ve dumped and I’m not tolerating that.”
“He’s not going to do that!” I protested, feeling upset with Steve for saying that.
“How do you know, Lainie?”
I gritted my teeth but before I could answer, Arianne rushed forward, teary-eyed. I felt my heart go out to her. “Steve, Henry, please stop this! Let’s just talk rationally!”
“I would never hurt Lainie,” Henry said darkly, totally ignoring what his mother had just said. “But you! How could you have an affair with my mother ?! After what my father had done to her?!”

I turned to Henry, who looked absolutely furious and tugged on his arm. “Henry, please stop. Steve and Arianne weren’t having an affair – they only just had feelings for each other.” If you ask me, the word ‘affair’ just makes everything seem worse.