Meeting With The King

“Be my girlfriend”

“What? What…what do you mean I have to be your girlfriend” I panic out loud, my eyes almost popping out of its sockets while I stare back at Otis whose demeanor was just as calm as though he didn’t just say those words to me.

He gave a careless shrug and moved to seat against the bed before relaxing against it. His arms resting under his head as he gaze up the ceiling.

“Let me break it down for you Iris. You want to go home and I need someone to act like my girlfriend so we have to help each other to get what we both want”

I arched a brow at him as if he could see me. “How is my acting as your girlfriend going to get me home?”

“Believe me it does” He said with a quick glance at my direction.

I was quiet for a moment still trying to wrap my mind around what he just said. It’s true I want to go home but why does he need me to act like one when he can just get himself one for real.

“But why do you need a girlfriend to get the king off your back?”

He sat back up, his ey