All Chapters of Fake Dating The Playboy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"I'm almost out! Just two minutes!" I called into the phone that sat on the edge of my bed on loudspeaker. I applied another coat of mascara to my lashes, making sure they were evenly coated. "Two minutes? You said that half an hour ago." Aaron's voice came through the phone; the irritation in his tone was hard to miss. I rolled my eyes, blotting the red lipstick slightly. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?" I snapped back. Now, in my eyes, I've seen no fundamental differences between the sexes in terms of rules, but I know that it is completely and utterly wrong to shout at a women who is nearing her periods. It's just not done. I rolled my eyes for the 100th time since today, feeling the stomach ache coming back full force. "I'll tell you what's a fucking virtue- me with a shot in my hand and a girl on my arm. Can you hurry up? Please?" He said into the phone and, with that, he hung up. The hum of the dialling tone echoed loudly through the room. I sig

He ducked his head near my ear, his voice raw and husky as he spoke. "Let me show you that I care." **************** "What?" I breathed; my mouth agape. Aaron moved closer; his lips a fraction away from mine. I ignored the urge to close the gap, choosing rather to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth. "Let me take care of you, Lexi." He spoke in a tantalisingly slow manner, stroking my jawbone with his index finger. Speechless, that's what I was. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. So, I did the only thing I could do. I nodded. I woke up, feeling the heat of the sun hit my face. Shielding my face, I sat up slowly and drank water from a glass by the bedside. I looked up at the sky- it must have been around noon. I rubbed my eyes as I surveyed the small guest room. "Aaron, where are you taking me?" I muttered feeling all too aware as he stood behind me. "Upstairs." He breathed, kissing my hair. I breathed loudly, trying to control myself. Up

"Elliot and I have already kissed." **************** Silence. The whole room was silent, but it wasn't your typical type of silence. No, this was different. As Aaron and I stood staring at each other, no words were spoken yet I could feel the anger pulsating off him in waves and to say I'd rather be in the darkest corners of hell would be an understatement. However, I wasn't going to back down, especially to someone who constantly thinks they can control my every act. Aaron's dark eyes were fixated on my face for what seemed like forever. He didn't blink and he didn't look away. His breathing was dangerously heavy as he stared down at me, making it blatantly obvious he was trying to control himself from doing something. From what, I'm not sure. After a long while, Aaron broke the silence- his words firm and unwavering. "You'd better hope I heard you wrong." He said darkly, looming closer to my figure. I gasped audibly, staring up at him. Although feeling petrified, I cou

The sight of Aaron on the floor; his head in his hands was enough to make me forget about the burning sensation in my lungs. Panting heavily, I ran as fast as my aching legs could muster, coming to an abrupt halt in front of Aaron. He didn't look up nor did he do anything else to acknowledge my presence. He just sat lifelessly, his face shielded from sight. No movement was made from his part. I, on the other hand, had crouched down into a sitting position near Aaron, making sure to leave a suitable distance between us. I hadn't forgotten what had happened the last time we had talked. I had wrongly accused Aaron and defended a filthy liar to whom Aaron held a displeasure towards. The chances are that Aaron hadn't forgotten it either and, if so, I'm probably the last person he wants to see right now. Almost out of nowhere, Aaron spoke- the sadness evident in his tone. "She's gone." It was all that he said, but it was all he needed to say for me to understand what he meant.

"What illness?" We both froze in what we were doing as we heard the voice behind us. I recognised that voice. I looked to my mum, fear and shock on my face. She opened her mouth and closed it again, staring at the person behind us. I just remembered. I had forgotten to close the door. ********** I turned around to come face-to-face with him- a look of shock on my face. I hadn't meant to leave the door open, but in the midst of all the dizziness, it was a small detail that I had regrettably forgotten. Well, now it didn't seem that small. "What illness?" He repeated, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He folded his arms over his chest in, what would seem, impatience. He was waiting for an answer and I knew I had to deliver. However, changing the topic wouldn't hurt? I forced a smile onto my face and moved towards him. Upon reaching him, I leant against the rotten door that had created this mishap, making sure to a whisper a curse or two at it. I let out a small laug