Arianna Wilson"I'm sorry for that but trust me you need to help me with this. I need to get away with this tonight." Skillfully cloaking his distress under a romantic smile, he made a show as if he was engaged in a romantic conversation with his high school sweetheart which was certainly-not-certainly me."You are sick in your head!" The furious words glided like silk on a loop. So soft and fragile. Why was I carrying on the pretext when it's the least I ever wanted?"It's complicated. Just be my fake date. I'll explain when we are alone. Almost every eye is piercing us, Ria." He tugged at me into a whirl before I landed right back into his arms. He flipped us into the romanti-check-book list and made sure everything was a tick.Chest-chest.Eyes to eyes.Laboured breaths.His hands are in my hair.Mine in his neck.Lips quivering.Sinfully bothered with one another and an inevi

Arianna Reynolds"Elena?" A gruff male voice interrupted our conversation. Should I say, Damon taunting the life out of Elena's session was coming to a halt to my dismay? She seemed relieved to look at the male who was 6 ft 1 inches in height and well defined muscles contorting his tux. The guy looked roughly in his mid-thirties and an awfully familiar face. His eyes were deep embers and his jaw was straight cut. He held a wine glass in his hand and looked at us with surprise. An impressive male specimen with brown hair but he would be considered average when you put the picture beside Damon. Boy, he was heartless goodies poured into a suit to twist and turn the sanity of women kind. Why the hell am I comparing this guy with him? "Baby," Elena's voice broke my thoughts and I stepped into reality with my guts waiting to heave it all over her face. Why does she have that fake-innocent and mostly viper-like voice that makes me gag every time she talks to any male? Throwing me a nasty l

Arianna WilsonI found myself staring at the most exotic view of the city. A private spot with a balcony. My breath hitched at the sight of the most beautiful romantic date set-up and extravagance oozing at its best. The city lights and the shimmering stars were competing with each other to outshine the other. The brush of wind was an old melody with a luring chorus of romance. "Why are we here?" I mused lost in thoughts of the emerging fondness and solace. I felt calmness takeover my chaotic head and soothe my inner turmoil. "I'm starving, Ria." He drawled lazily before dragging me to the dinner set-up. I gawked at him unlady-like when he pulled my seat acting so gentlemanly. What was wrong with him? Oh, the fake dating deal! Is he taking his practice sessions now? Everything in me screamed against my stupid ministrations of taking up the seat he offered. I was not Arianna Wilson but Damon King's Spooked Ragdoll right now. I curiously followed