All Chapters of His Fake Hired Girlfriend: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ethan POV I can't believe I allowed Anna and I to spend so much time here. I can't believe I have to come into this house and pick everything up. I need to leave before I do anything else I could regret. "What the hell did you do this time, Dane? Why couldn't you just go easy on him for once? What the hell did you do?" I hear my mom cry to my father. My heart hurts for her, but he deserves every piece of shit that comes at him in life. My dad is the worst person on this earth. He is the worst kind of person I have ever met. He is selfish. He is stubborn. He is relentless. He is my fucking dad. I'm ashamed of this.I left the house before anyone could stop me. I turn the music up in my car and listen to the sound of whatever plays on my shuffle. Almost on cue, 'Fools Gold' by One Direction starts to play through the speakers. I would have never had this song on my phone if it wasn't for Megan begging to play it all of the time. Kyler and I eventually realized it would be easier to j

Ethan's POV"That's fucked up, Ethan. That's fucked up," Frailey says, taking a drink of his beer."Yeah, you're fucking telling me," I say, taking a long chug. He watches me down the beer quickly and then grabs another one. His slightly amused yet sympathetic face as he watches me annoys me slightly, but I don't care."I can't believe she would do that," Megan says from her spot on the couch."Yeah. She didn't seem like a fucking gold digger," Frailey says with a shrug.He's right. She didn't seem like a gold digger. But she fucking is."Whatever. Fuck her. I deserve so much more than this. I deserve so much more than all of this," I say truthfully. It is the truth, too. I deserve more. I deserve better than all of this.I'm just scared that Anna is the best that there is."You don't mean that. Come on, Ethan. You loved her. Maybe she just needs to explain herself?" Megan says, trying to convince me otherwise."What could she possibly say that could fix this? She fucking lied to me.

Ethan POV "Cool. Look forward to working with you." I say quickly, cutting the conversation to an end.She's smart. She has made it a point to make us believe it, at least. She can tell that I'm annoyed and that my last statement was completely sarcastic. She doesn't make any comment on it. I shouldn't have come out tonight. I shouldn't have come to this fucking dinner. I mean, first I have to deal with my dad. But now I have to deal with this annoying know-it-all too? Lucky fucking me.I go and begin to fix myself a plate, ignoring both people who are making small talk about shit that no one cares about. It is only at this point that I understand why my dad hired her. She's kissing his fucking ass, and he loves it. He has always loved someone who just does what he says. Maybe that's why we will never get along.My phone begins to ring, and Melissa glances down at it."Anna is calling you." She states noisily.My heart sinks at the sentence, and I grow even more annoyed that she is

Anna POV Despite this, I get up and put my shoes on. This is a bad idea. Fuck, this is a terrible idea."Phoebe! Come here; we're going to go out for a little bit!" I yell down the hallways to my sister, who is doing God knows what."I don't want to go! I don't feel good. It's cold outside!" She yells back."You are fine! Now come on! We need to hurry!" I say, going down the hallway to see her playing with her toys on the floor."Do we have to?" She asks."Yes. We do. It won't be for long, okay? Now come on," I say, grabbing her shoes and beginning to slip them onto her feet. "Where are we going?" she groans."We are going to get coffee. Now, come on. No more groaning. I'll get you a smoothie. You love those." I bribe, instantly piquing her interest."Strawberry?" she asks."Of course, baby. Now come on," I say, looking down at my phone. He's still there, and I'm sure that if we leave right now, we are sure to run into him.I drive as quickly as I can. Well, as quickly as I can whil

Anna POV She didn't stop. She only got what seemed to be worse as the night progressed. Anything we tried to get her to keep down only came back up minutes, if not seconds, later. She just couldn't keep anything down. She couldn't even get it into her stomach long enough to keep it down. As far as fevers go, she doesn't have one. She seems like she's fine with that aspect of everything. But she is throwing up more than I have ever seen before. I don't know what this is, but it's not normal. Somehow, I know that this isn't normal. "Maybe it's just a 24-hour bug? Maybe it's a virus or something?" Ethan says, forming the statement as a question. He is just as confused as I am. I watch him try and give Phoebe some Pedialyte so she isn't so dehydrated."That's not it. She doesn't have a fever or anything. Something is wrong. We need to take her to the E.R.," I say, going to the closet and grabbing a sweatshirt and sweatpants for her. "Now hold on. She could very well just have a bug. O