"More like it's a lie." she snorted turning her nose up on me.
"It is not!" I argued feeling like a child. "Both of you sit!" my mom demanded cutting Stacy off.
Why do I keep putting myself in these types of situations? Do I hate her or myself? Why must I lie? Whatever I did, it’s too late to undo that now. So I should go along with it. Great going, Sophia! You just gave yourself am even bigger headache.
We both sat down silently, knowing better than to respond to her. "All right, no more argument," she murmured, her gaze falling on me as if I were the one to blame. I crossed my arms and bit my tongue, knowing that if I didn't, my mother would give me an earful later.
After a day of watching my mother and Stacy pore through bridal magazines and talk endlessly about the ridiculous wedding, I was exhausted and ready to retire to bed. When Stacy asked if my so-called "boyfriend" was coming to the wedding with a mocking sneer, I didn't rush over the table and hit her; instead, instead of hurting the skank like I so desperately wanted to, I whispered a yes.
"Great! Then, I guess that means you don’t mind introducing him to us. I'd love to meet this boyfriend of yours,” she said in a sickeningly sweet tone.
"You'll love him, he's perfectly charming." I lied fiddling with the hem of my dress.
"How about we have dinner tomorrow night and we can meet the guy who makes my daughter so happy?" My mother said, causing my mouth to hang open at the tiny white lie that somehow grew into a tangled mess.
For a second I thought of confessing but as I pondered about confessing I imagined Stacy going on and on about how pathetic I was for making a guy up.
"Um… sure I'll cook for us," I smiled softly. Why did I say that? My cooking isn’t that good. I just wanna head back home.
So now I'm faced with a minor issue, or perhaps a major issue. Finding a good man for tomorrow night so I don't come across as a loser who is bitter that her younger sister is getting married before her. That's not who I am at all!
“Look Mom, I’m tired and I just came from work. So can you please excuse me and let me go home?” I said. “Of course. Tomorrow then? When we meet your boyfriend,” she said sweetly.
“Right…” I excused myself from the whole situation and got a cab home.
God. I really do hate myself, huh? It’s such a stupid lie. Why couldn’t I just tell the truth? Lying has cost me through so much unnecessary problems that I shouldn’t even have to deal with.
I’m a grown adult with my own Magazine company. A company that it well known by the way and not just any magazine firm. And still, here I am, stressed about how I’m going to have to cover up a stupid white lie which is a very big deal for my mom. I most certainly wouldn’t wanna humiliate myself in front of my sister as well.
Endless problems come through my mind during the ride home in the cab. I didn’t even realize the cab driver babbling about his daughter- or was it his wife? Sorry Mr. Cab driver, I don’t care. And quite frankly, I’m exhausted and apparently very stupid and pathetic. Everyone already thinks I’m a snob anyway, so what’s the difference if God forbid another cab driver in New York City finds Sophia McAdams to be a snob.
Once I’m at my apartment building, I start fishing for my keys out of the burgundy handbag I choose for the 'girl's luncheon' I heard my phone vibrating, pulling it out I read the text Stacy sent “We’ll be there at seven. Oh! And don't forget your boyfriend”.
I tossed my phone back into my bag, grinding my teeth together. I could almost hear her giggle as she sent it. Even if I have to beg Satan himself, I'll bring a boyfriend! I grumbled internally as I pulled the right key out of the lock and heard the door open behind me.
"Good evening, gorgeous," a deep velvety voice greeted from behind me.
Ugh! Of course, just in time to make this day worse! My roommate, who I’m pretty sure is actually related to Satan himself, makes this day even more irritating.
"How many times have I told you not to call me by those stupid nicknames, Ethan?" I said through gritted teeth. “I’m not a bimbo,” I said, still looking for my keys.
"Twice a day for the past year that I've been living here and three times on the weekends," he grinned.
Shoving my key into the lock I sent a silent thank you for the perfect timing. After a long tortuous afternoon with Stacy and my mom, the last thing I want to deal with is my annoying, douchey neighbor, Ethan.
"I'd love to chat with you, but I'm busy," I lied knowing I'll end up watching some tacky reality show with a tub of ice cream in my lap.
"As always, but my offer still stands," I say, rolling my eyes at the same invitation Ethan has extended to me since the first time we met a year ago, and each time I've declined his invitation to a "sleepover".
"I don't think so," I said, clearly uninterested.
"Sooner or later you'll give into your urges, they all do,” he said sounding like the cocky jerk I knew him to be.
"You’re right one day I'll actually kick you in the balls,” I replied darkly with my back to him.
The last thing I need is a sleazy one-night affair with my next-door neighbor, especially because Ethan changes his bed partner as often as I change my shoes. He's a man whore, plain and simple.
"I like it rough, sweet cheeks." he chuckled.
"Goodnight, Ethan,” I pushed the words out of my mouth and walked into my flat, leaving him in the corridor. I don't have time for Ethan's skirt-chasing antics, especially when I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to find a fake boyfriend by tomorrow night who’s up to my mother’s standards.
“Where the hell will I find a fake boyfriend for tonight?” I asked myself early in the morning. I got out of bed and went along with my daily morning routine. The boyfriend thing is gonna be my problem later. Right now, let’s focus on work.I reached for my phone, smoothing away any wrinkles in the grey pencil skirt, and noticed a few messages from the office. I sighed and looked down at my silver wristwatch, which showed that I was always on time. Precise timing was essential for me. I'd never been late for anything before, and I wasn't about to start now, especially with three manuscripts on my desk that needed to be edited.I was well recognized in the writing industry for elevating any class B novel into a New York Times best seller as an editor with little patience for laziness or cheap rip-off novels written by amateurs who had just graduated from college. Now, I have my own company, but I decided to move to magazines. It took a long way to get here. All of my achievement happen
My beige heels landed on the marble floor as I entered the office carrying the proposals for next marketing strategy, enjoying the way the sound reverberated down the empty hallway. I have a respectable position in the company, however I am aware of how disliked I am for my moody behavior.The smile on my face disappeared as I emerged from behind a set of silver doors and the all-too-familiar pairs of eyes flashed towards me before sinking to the ground below. The chatting and laughter abruptly stopped as I passed through the partitioned passageway between the innumerable workstations lining up behind one another like dominoes.My own task needs to be completed. If these folks don't like me, I don't care.Some muttered as I passed by their stations, but no one dared to look me in the eyes since I knew what they were muttering about.Me.I had heard some coworkers refer to Sophia McAdams as "the queen witch of the east herself," but over the years I had developed the ability to block ou
"Where is he?" I looked down at the clock on the wall.Although my mother and Stacy were scheduled to come at any minute, the guy has yet to show up. I strolled into the kitchen to check on the pasta I was cooking, I grinned, and then shut the oven door as the cheese melted on top. Henry had called to ask if I could meet a potential client, and I'd been delayed in getting home, so the supper was a last-minute fix. I had no way of declining, of course. The only other fattening ingredients I could think of were whole milk rather than skim, three different types of cheese, and baking some garlic bread. After tonight, try fitting in your frock, I thought menacingly as I silently thanked the cooking show from which I had gleaned the recipe for the wicked rendition of a delectable dish. As I lowered the oven mitts, there was a knock on the door. He has to be here! I halted as I skipped approached the door and fixed my favorite black evening gown with golden accents. My breasts and a letha
No, no! Simply put, things are growing worse by the minute. Can't I take a five-minute break? My eyes opened when my mother extended a pale hand to greet Ethan and introduced herself with a smile that was all too lovely. Ethan shook her hand, a sexy half-smirk forming on his lips, and dropped his mouth to kiss the slightly wrinkled skin on her hand. My mom's face turned bright crimson, and she rolled her eyes like a teenager. "Ethan Ricci. neighbor of Sophia, "He responded, his voice dripping with that alluring charm, "Crap, crap, crap!" What shall I do? My mother gasped in shock as I handed Ethan the keycard as I rushed forward and pretended to smile. She was standing in the spot where it seemed like I should be holding his hand, but I was actually secretly shoving my fingers into his palm and yelling at him to leave. “So this is him, then?” Stacy questioned in amazement and disbelief, her one thin brow arched. "He is extremely attractive. He's just how I envisioned him to be,” M
No, no! Simply put, things are growing worse by the minute. Can't I take a five-minute break? My eyes opened when my mother extended a pale hand to greet Ethan and introduced herself with a smile that was all too lovely. Ethan shook her hand, a sexy half-smirk forming on his lips, and dropped his mouth to kiss the slightly wrinkled skin on her hand. My mom's face turned bright crimson, and she rolled her eyes like a teenager. "Ethan Ricci. neighbor of Sophia, "He responded, his voice dripping with that alluring charm, "Crap, crap, crap!" What shall I do? My mother gasped in shock as I handed Ethan the keycard as I rushed forward and pretended to smile. She was standing in the spot where it seemed like I should be holding his hand, but I was actually secretly shoving my fingers into his palm and yelling at him to leave. “So this is him, then?” Stacy questioned in amazement and disbelief, her one thin brow arched. "He is extremely attractive. He's just how I envisioned him to be,” M
The dejected tone in his voice caused my body to freeze, but as his words began to sink in, the shock subsided. My lips twitched upward into a smile, but I quickly wiped away the slight emotion I had been feeling. I ignored my enthusiasm and refused to get my hopes up. While still too sensitive to meet his look, I turned on my heels, cleared my throat, and set my eyes on his chin. "What are you you’re trying to tell me is?" I asked, unsure of what he is suggesting. I dragged my eyes up to his as I heard a torrent of insults being uttered and looked up to see him peering over my shoulder. "I'll do it," he continued to look into my eyes. My lips practically curled upward as I trembled. I instantly centered my face and chose a half-smile that hardly counted as one. When I made a terrible attempt to express thanks, Ethan's brows knit together. He probably thought I was incapable of even smiling normally. I spoke after clearing my throat, "Thank you for agreeing to do this-" "Hold
Last night’s dinner with my mother and sister was tolerable, ironically thanks to Ethan. I hate to admit but that son of a bitch really did save me in the moment.Today was my day off which meant I get to jog in the morning. Luckily no plans with my family but unfortunately I’d have to meet Ethan later at the afternoon to discuss our arrangement, if I could even call it that.I hope into an outfit that was comfortable enough to jog in, an oversized grey jacket with a white tank top inside and grey shorts that matched my jacket. Once I open my door Im greeted by a devilish presence."As expected, just on time Cupcake," he said, flashing a pearly grin."Ethan," I greeted..I guess we can talk about our plan right now instead of jogging. Getting work done before leisure time is preferable.I grab the collar of his shirt and lead him inside his apartment. “Woah, slow down cupcake. I could always take you to bed after you finish your Saturday Jog,” he teased.“You know I only Jog at Satur
For the tenth time, I said to myself, "Deep breaths, you'll be fine." I could see my pale arms through the elbow-length sleeves of the knee-high ruby red dress's elbow-length sleeves that were cut at the sides. The neckline dipped just enough to show a significant amount of my breasts while still keeping it elegant. In combination with basic red heels, the gold beaded design in the midsection gripped my waist and highlighted my slightly curved form. A few strands of my silky golden hair that were left out flowed about my face as I was pulled back into a high, elegant ponytail.The dress was not perfect but that was not the reason I only experienced a panic attack for five seconds. No, it was the fact that there were numerous reporters, gossip magazines, and even a news camera in the spacious dining room. My heart was beating, and I immediately felt suffocated in the room's spaciousness.I mumbled, "I can't do this," since I was out of breath. I anxiously looked around the big, excess