Chapter Fourty

"This guy is a complete stranger. Why do you need an escort anyway?" Callum huffed.

"I know, I know, but what can I do. It's too late to back out of it, my family has already put so much money into the event." I groaned, laying my head on his chest.

He massage my scalp, running his fingers through my curls.

"I'm coming to that dinner. Whether your grandma likes it or not." He grumbled.

I smiled, looking up at him. "Of course you're coming, I wouldn't have it any other way."

He bent his head down, pecking my lips.

"Let's see what this guy looks like." Callum said, pulling out his phone. He went on his instagram, searching Gabriel Whitman.

"There are probably thousands of people with that name, no way you're finding him." I said.

"I'll find him." A look of determination on his face.

After a few scrolls and clicks, he smirked.

"Found him."

"How do you know it's him?" I questioned, trying to see his screen.

"Oh it's