Chapter 7. Cover

Betty's POV

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I couldn't say back, so I laughed.

His forehead creases as he looks at me intently. I lost my smile right away.

"You can do whatever you want to do, Betty. I will not stop you. You go out with your friends, I'm easy. Honestly, I don't want anything from you, Betty. I just want you to be my cover." He took another drink.

"Cover? Why? Are you gay that you want me to be the cover of your life?" I laughed harder.

I get it. Drake is not attracted to females because he's into males! That's it. Bingo!

He choked and spat a few drinks on his mouth. He cursed in silence and wiped his mouth.

I twisted my lips. I should not have said it loudly.

My first impression of him is that he's not the type of man who's going to chase women because it's the other way around. Women are into him like bees to their honey. Drake is a complete package and an Alpha in every aspect.

Gosh, this is what happens. My expectations about men like him are off the roof. I never thought that, despite his physical appearance, he secretly likes a man.

"You don't fucking understand what you are saying, Betty." He gave me a dangerous look.

My heart begins to race rapidly. He rises to his feet and moves behind me, leaning in closer. I sense the intense warmth radiating from his body, and I realize I fit perfectly in his arms. I take a deep breath, holding my breath as I feel his warm skin against mine.

"I can give you anything, love. Money, fame, name it, you can have all of it. Just be my wife. Simple," he whispers.

My eyes showcase his muscles again.

This situation is bleak. I feel helpless like a rat under a lion king's paw. He could crush me effortlessly and claim me at any moment, and I'd simply dissolve like a candle. Dang! But luckily, he's not interested in me, so I am free!

"Okay, but on one condition," I say.

"Uh-huh..." He still holds me and is not moving an inch away.

"I can be your wife. No big deal, but no strings attached."

There it is. It happened naturally, but I'm not sure about the 'no-strings-attached.' I closed my eyes slightly as my body longs to be touched.

"Sure. That's easy, love." He releases me, and his body pulls away. I feel the cold air hit my back. He then sat back across from me, smiling with pride.

"Let's settle this amicably. You will move here with me after graduation. Your parents can stay if you like. I won't push you into anything. You have boundaries, and I'll have mine. We'll discuss arrangements after the wedding." He licked his lips, looked at me, and slowly stood up.

I followed, but my eyes glanced at the delicious snacks.

"I have an appointment waiting for me, love. You can stay and eat."

"Oh, no. Thank you. I have a class," I lied. I have no class today. I'm looking for a solution to my problem.

I quickly grabbed my bag and hugged it again. "Bye, Drake!" I squeak and fled out.

Diego is waiting, smiling like a lunatic at me. He opens the car door, and I quickly slide myself inside. I exhale a good amount of air, feeling much better now.

What just happened? Why did I agree to this? It's surreal, yet somehow real. I don't know these people, but it feels like they know my family and me. I should ask my parents about it. They probably have secrets they haven't shared with me.

"Here, Miss Betty. It's for you."

Diego handed me a black card.

"The boss wants you to have it."

"Huh? I don't need it, Diego. You can give it back to him," I said, getting ready to go.

Instead of Diego dropping me off at the campus entrance, I asked him to stop the car at the back of the campus. I prefer to avoid being seen with him by other students, as most people here, especially those in my departments, recognize me.

Diego stood silently in front of me. "If you refuse, my boss will punish me," he said, losing his smile and looking serious.

"O...kay..." I slowly reach out and accept it. It's a black money card.

"I don't really need it, but, uhm..."

"Thank you, Miss Betty, and one more thing. Your school balance has been paid. Congratulations on being magna cum laude. You're clever and wise, and I'm proud of you. You and my boss are a perfect match, made in heaven!" He claps and smiles widely.

My mouth tightens slightly. That caught me off guard—I didn't expect Drake to settle my school balances so quickly, so suddenly.

Oh, well, yeah, I almost forgot, I am going to be his wife. Great!

"Okay! I need to go. Excuse me, Diego." I push him slightly on the side. He laughs hard-an insane type of laugh.

I walk straight, not looking back. This is crazy. I must have done something good in my past life to have this type of grace.

"Betty!"

A familiar voice. It's Jason. He looks stressed as he approaches me.

"Are you okay? What happened?" His hands touch the side of my face, down to my shoulder, and then he hugs me.

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