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We gotta sell the act, remember?

ผู้เขียน: Mayah Kevins
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Sienna’s POV

Scarlette and I linger in my living room longer than I intend, her laughter spilling into the soft hum of background music. It feels good to catch up, to remember for a moment that I am just me and not the girl trapped in an arrangement I barely understand.

I’m munching on my last cinnamon coockie when Scarlette’s phone goes off on the coffe table next to us making us turn towards it.

Vaughn’s name shine brughtly in the caller's ID making my mood shift instantly. I know I shouldn't be loathing him but I cant help myself. Can I?

“Hello to you too,” she excuses herself to answer and just like that the warmth of her company evaporates.

“Peach, I've to leave,” she calls out walking back to the living room, “duty calls.”

“N-noo, stay,” I groan slumping on my coach.

“I dont have that trust fund, remember,” she jokes, “ neither do I have a rich QB salivating over me,”

“Ok see yah,” she calls out and the door rattles before it slams shut.

“Fuck…you…Fuck Vaughn,” I lift up my mi
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  • PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND    We gotta sell the act, remember?

    Sienna’s POVScarlette and I linger in my living room longer than I intend, her laughter spilling into the soft hum of background music. It feels good to catch up, to remember for a moment that I am just me and not the girl trapped in an arrangement I barely understand. I’m munching on my last cinnamon coockie when Scarlette’s phone goes off on the coffe table next to us making us turn towards it. Vaughn’s name shine brughtly in the caller's ID making my mood shift instantly. I know I shouldn't be loathing him but I cant help myself. Can I?“Hello to you too,” she excuses herself to answer and just like that the warmth of her company evaporates.“Peach, I've to leave,” she calls out walking back to the living room, “duty calls.”“N-noo, stay,” I groan slumping on my coach.“I dont have that trust fund, remember,” she jokes, “ neither do I have a rich QB salivating over me,”“Ok see yah,” she calls out and the door rattles before it slams shut.“Fuck…you…Fuck Vaughn,” I lift up my mi

  • PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND    How did you bag a fucking QB?

    Sienna's pov The sharp, relentless ringing of my phone rips me out of sleep like a sledgehammer to the skull. I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow, willing whoever it is to just go away.The ringing stops.Bless.I sigh, shifting under the covers, trying to slip back into unconsciousness—The phone starts blaring again.I swear under my breath, fumbling blindly for it on my nightstand. The screen is too bright, the letters swimming in my still-sleepy vision. I don’t even check the caller ID before answering, voice groggy and irritated.“What?”A gruff chuckle filters through the line, and my stomach sinks.“Well, good morning to you too, princess.”Shit.I sit up instantly, pressing my fingers against my temple as my father’s slurred voice fills my ear. “So,” he drawls, dragging the word out, “I have to find out from my friends—from the newspapers, the internet—that my only daughter is out here bagging a quarterback?”I close my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Here we

  • PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND    It's show time

    Sienna Blake's povThe luminous street lights blur into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson, their reflections dancing across asphalt like fractured stars in a liquid sky.Not missing the beautiful setting sun far in the horizon with its dazzling rays gleaming distinctively. The sharp headlights of other vehicles stab through my vision, leaving jagged streaks in their wake.My breaths rush out into shallow, deep gasps, the anxiousness simmering into my spine, sinking deeper with every damn second. The icy grip on my nerves makes the harsh blinding lights morph into an indistinct blur. My hands tremble slightly, but I force them still as I clutch my purse tighter against my thigh. “Nervous,”Jax implored, his gaze resting on my face."Would you blame me for being on edge?”I quipped before rushing out a chuckle that felt more forced than being real. “You don't have to be, I will be by your side throughout the event,” he assured me, his hand resting on where my dress's slit bared most

  • PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND    Ready to fool them?

    Jax's pov This is the most ludicrous thing I've ever done in my entire 27 years of life. I am standing in the middle of Émile Laurent’s private showroom, staring at the array of limited-edition gowns like they are a defensive line ready to crush me. The designer himself—a flamboyant man with a sharp eye for style and an even sharper tongue—is slumped lazily over a velvet couch, sipping what looks like a green smoothie but, knowing Laurent, is probably some overpriced detox elixir designed to make mere mortals feel inadequate. “I always thought choosing women’s clothes was easy,” I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair. “I’d rather ditch this for a suited-up practice during summer in the open field.” Across from me, Émile Laurent—fashion’s golden boy and the designer responsible for tonight’s exclusive collection—grins like a devil in silk. He’s already draped in one of his own creations, a sleek black tux with gold embroidery that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous

  • PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND    Pick you up tomorrow at seven

    Jax Pov I watch her carefully, waiting for a reaction but I get close to none. But I can not miss how her green pupils dilated with excitement.She then stares at me, brows drawn together, lips slightly parted—like she is waiting for me to say I am joking. That this is some kind of twisted prank. But I don’t say anything, because I’m not kidding. I meant every damn word.She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No I cannot. You can get any girl you want. Why me?”It’s not the first time I have heard that. Hell, my entire life, women have either thrown themselves at me or assumed I was their parasocial partner. I lean forward, walking and sitting two steps below where she is sitting curled up before resting my elbows on my knees, fingers laced together as I study her. “Because I don’t want just any girl.”She tilts her head slightly, watching me with cautious eyes.I roll my shoulders. “ I dont want just a date. Most of them would expect something after. I need someone who knows it’s

  • PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND    So we have a deal?

    Siena's povMy legs are moving on autopilot. The hallways blur, while the agency’s chatter morphs into a distant hum like I am hearing it through the water.I push through the exit door and stumble outside to the back of the building, my breath coming short and shallow. My chest feels tight—too tight, too much, My heart is palpitating too fast as if its on a mission to break free from its cage. I sink down onto the cool concrete steps, gripping my knees.“Sienna, Breathe,” I will myself. But I can’t.My lungs refuse to expand, and my vision is tunneling. My hands shake as I press them to my chest, desperate to stop the crushing weight pressing down on me. Everything is slipping away. The house. My mom’s memory. My stability. My entire life!A sharp gasp rips from my throat and I clutch at my ribs, trying to rip away the force burning in my chest, stealing away my goddamn breath. It feels like I am drowning.“Hey, hey—breathe.”A deep, steady voice cuts through the fog, and sudde

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