"Dear Lara.My next research paper is on criminal law in the anonymous cyberspace. I think a smart girl like you could have some useful insights for me. Come over to my office whenever you can.Sincerely,Professor David J. Norman."My eyes go over the email for the umpteenth time and I squeal on my bed like a lovesick teenage girl.Is this real?I read it again.It is!Normally, I'd go to Alyssa and we'd scream about this together. But I'm not so sure that I trust her anymore. I put on a simple flowery dress, pair it with a denim jacket, and slip out. ** * **I give a quiet, careful knock on his door."Come in," I hear, and let myself in.My professor has his head bent, perusing some papers. He looks so tired—his shirt is slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tired eyes, tousled slick back hair. It only makes him sexier though."Professor Norman?" I whisper.He looks up and straightens his posture. "It's you. Lara." He takes in what I'm wearing and lets out a satisfied sigh.I no
LARA's POVDavid Norman. His name alone feels like a little jazz tune in my head. He's brilliant, well-respected and composed. A real man. The man I dream about after a long, stressful day at university. I also dream about him while I'm in school. And well... even before I go to school. Fine, always!He's the crush that lives forever in my brain without paying rent. I want him... so bad. But I can never have him.Because of one tiny, inconvenient detail... Maybe two. He's my Criminal law professor. And he's thirty-nine years old. 16 years older than I am."The mens rea of a crime is the mental element. The offender's state of mind. In this case scenario, can anyone tell me the mens rea?" he asks at the front of the class.My hand flies above my head. "Miss Bello?""The intention to steal, sir.""Correct." He smiles.He smiles to everyone. Lara, don't get ahead of yourself.David Norman continues his lecture and I hang on to his every word. No professor gets me as excited as he do
LARA's POV.Immediately we step into the bus, half of the passengers recognize Leonardo Knight. There are gasps, whispers, screams, joyful tears. It still baffles me that people adore him so much. I mean... it's just Leo.He's posing playfully for pictures and signing autographs all with a charming smile."Leonardo, can you sing a happy birthday song for my cousin? It's her birthday tomorrow," asks a bespectacled, bubbly teenage girl, as she eagerly records a video."Sure thing," he replies with a sweet shrug. "What's your cousin's name?""Rachel."Then with the theatrical flair of a broadway star, Leo begins the popular birthday song and ends it a high note.All the way down the aisle, we’re swarmed. Even after we sit, the attention doesn’t stop. People gather like we’re a live show on tour.I think I've successfully faded into the background until one girl points at me, and her eyes widen. "Oh my gosh. You're Lara Bello, his new girlfriend!"My mouth forgets how to speak.Leo, cool
Leonardo's POVIt's Lena. My first thought is how she got into the party. Definitely not through the front door. If she did, someone might be getting fired. I have specifically told my security guards and bouncers that if Lena Black or Roman Sinclair show up at my door, they must call the police to arrest them.Yeah, I'm petty like that."What are you doing here?" I snap."You won't pick my calls or reply my texts. Did you block me?""I don't want to see your texts. And I definitely don't want to see you in my house.""I'm sorry, Leenie. I made a terrible mistake. I won't ever do it again," she pleads. Her voice grates on my nerve like chalk on a blackboard..Suddenly, everything about her seems so annoying. That stupid nickname she calls me. Leenie. Who the fuck is Leenie anyway? The fool who didn't realize his girlfriend had been cheating with his best friend for six months? I used to like that she was high-class with a good eye for fashion. Now, even adorned in Gucci, she looks che
Leonardo's POVWhen an actor wins an award as important as an Oscar, it's customary to throw a big, lavish party. Mickie is not one to ignore customs, despite the scandals that almost ruined everything.The party is full of plastic Hollywood faces. People who had unfollowed me and condemned me online after the Oscar punch are suddenly on my side. Now, their designer heels click against my marble floor as they strut around, adorned with their hypocrisy."Leonardo, congratulations on the Oscar. The movie, Gunshot was so good. Made me cry. You really deserve this," a reality star purrs, smiling like a Cheshire cat.I want to say, "But two days ago, you were the one leading the PunishLeo movement. Take away his Oscar. Ban him for life. Tell me, what changed, Karen?"But Armani and Mickie would kill me. No, that's not an exaggeration. They'd throw me in the Atlantic Ocean and go find a more obedient actor to work for.So I smile. "Thank you. Your love and support means the world to me."Th
"What?!"Leo and I blurt it out in unison. If I had been drinking anything, it’d be all over the floor by now."I don't think I heard you correctly," I say, brows furrowed."If you heard me ask you to be this guy's girlfriend," he points at Leo, "then, you heard correctly."Leo drops his phone on the table. "You can't be serious. Why?""To increase the force of Team Leo and Lara. I'm not asking you to commit to each other and get married or anything. Just a fake PR relationship for a few months."I glance at the exit door that was now calling, no, screaming my name. "I'm sorry. I wish I could help. But Hollywood really isn't my thing. Leo, I hope you get better. Goodbye."I turn around to leave. "200 thousand dollars for five months," Armani yells.That stops me in my tracks. Leaves me frozen and speechless, actually. "Huh?""200k dollars. Just to fake-date a celebrity for five months," he repeats.Holy shit. That's way more that I make in one year of juggling 60 hours/week between t