Chapter 43

Arianna Wilson

He walked away with his tensed shoulders and stood in a distance where the noise was less. I can see his silhouette in the darkness throwing some random orders to a probably fine stranger who had to bear his temper tantrums.

"Please." A desperate plea.

Why was he desperate for a girlfriend? He can get any girl he wants in a snap of his fingers. Hell, he gets them even now. But why me?

Hot blood suffused my cheeks as I recalled his words. The blotching red on my face would make  Damon doubt I was brutally slapped or punched by the time he was away. It was turning hot and I dabbed my cheeks to calm the freaking hormones. It's not like we are a thing. It's a fake arrangement.

Wait, why does he need a fake deal?

He never had a girlfriend in the times of his jock history or before.

So it's utterly impossible to get back with his ex. At least he wasn't using me to get back with