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Pretend To Be Mine Door
I arrived at work with a negative mindset after all that happened last night. I was startled out of my reverie by a knock at the door. After wiping away any stray tears, I invited the person inside. The door, which was black and polished, opened to see my secretary hiding behind a vase filled with a variety of flowers. Her slender frame was concealed by the big vase. “Your mother is on line one, Ms. McAdams, and this just came in for you.” She informed me, setting the porcelain vase on my desk, then hastily left without saying anything else. Who sent me flowers?At the same moment I needed a pick-me-up, excitement sprang within me at the idea of someone caring enough to bring me such a delightful surprise. I excitedly made my way to the vase that had a petal pink design with a hint of pale yellow; the two colors swirled in the bottom and rose up in a curved line to the vase's tip. The flowers were a unique combination of daisies, tulips, and thumb-sized roses; the many hues of br
Pretend To Be Mine They Want A Kiss, I’ll Show Them A Kiss
Arriving forty-five minutes late had this night starting off terribly as we entered the dining room filled with guests already eating and my mother's soft caramel eyes burning a hole through me for being late. Dinner had stretched out to my horror as people I hadn't seen for years since that fateful day, had the nerve to ask how I was doing, all while having a smile on their faces as if we were old college buddies meeting at the grocery store. Pushing my frustrations about this whole night away I replied as nice as I could but even I heard the icy tone in my voice.While I was glaring at anyone who dared to glimpse my way Ethan sat beside me chatting happily to the people around him, as if they were lifelong friends.The fact that he spoke to these leeches with ease irked me, some of these people were people I grew up with yet I could have never held a conversation with them as long as Ethan did. He made a joke and the morons laughed, while I stabbed at the perfectly arranged vegetabl
Pretend To Be Mine You’re Getting Married?!
"Married?!" I pushed myself out of my seat."Sophia, please sit down," my mother said in a soft concerned tone. I immediately regretted my sudden dramatic action from my seat.“You’re getting married?” I said, in shock.Married.Married, my sister was getting married, and to that lying bastard. Adam Scott, Rachel's ex-boyfriend. Since we were young, Rachel Samson was both of our best friends until one night, I got drunk and ended up in bed with her boyfriend. To make it worse, Adam went for my younger sister when I told him I no longer wanted to see his face ever again. That’s right. He turned both of the McAdams sisters into his mistresses at some point.You could only imagine how shameful that was, and because of that I’ve changed. I told Rachel everything and went clean. I completely accepted all the consequences that I deserved to face, and worked my way to be a better person. Up to this day, that one bad decision continues to bite me in the ass.Marriage?“How could you do this
Pretend To Be Mine Stupid, Pathetic White Lie
"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
Pretend To Be Mine My Neighbor and His Toys
“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
Pretend To Be Mine Craigslist
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
Pretend To Be Mine An Epic Fail
"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
Pretend To Be Mine Unexpected Turn
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
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