All Chapters of Dating My Childhood Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Tiffany’s POV “This is so good,” my date said, stuffing his mouth full with chocolate muffins. “Have a to-go order ready for me, will you babe?” I gritted my teeth and nodded with my head down. I was too ashamed to look up and discover the number of café patrons staring at his embarrassing behavior. He has no knowledge of table manners, or anything else either, but he won’t shut up. It was taking every ounce of my patience not to perform an emergency tracheotomy on him just to make him stop talking. His name was Kevin. He was a second-tier fitness influencer, wore a linen shirt unbuttoned one notch too far, and possessed the emotional intelligence of a dust rag. “So, Tee,” Kevin said, leaning forward and flashing a blindingly white, veneered smile. “Let me get this straight. We show up to your cousin’s wedding on the twenty-third. I wear a tailored tux, which you’re funding, obviously, and I talk about how my lifestyle brand is about to hit five million followers. Tha

Tiffany's POV I gaped, shocked speechless.“Tiff? Hello? Are you there?” Rosie asked.“How…how did this get online?” I stammered.“You didn’t post it?”“No! Of course not. I took them a couple of days ago to send to Fred as a surprise, but I didn’t. I deleted them. How did they get online?”“Maybe you pressed the send button by mistake?”“I did not. I would never post such pictures.”“Well it’s out there, what are you going to do? We better think of something fast before your family see it.”“Too late. My dad just ordered me home sounding pissed. Now I know why.”“Want me to come give morale support?”“No. I’ll handle it. I'll explain to my dad. He knows I’d never do this.”How wrong I was. My dad was pacing the living room when I got home, he was hopping mad and refused to even let me explain.“How could you be so shameless Tiffany? Are you so desperate for attention you have to act a slut?” Huge Baxter yelled at me.My stepmother Cynthia sat on the couch, hiding her face in her pa

Tiffany’s POV I was on my third drink at the Coastal Bar when Rosie called. “Well? How did it go? Is he the one?” She asked eagerly. “I’ve no idea. He was a no show.” I said. We were talking about Tim, a guy she’d arranged to meet me that evening, after I’d called to tell her how desperate my situation had become. The meeting was at 7pm, it was nearly 10pm and still no sign of him. “Have you tried calling his number?” She asked. “Straight to voicemail.” “What the fuck is wrong with him? When I told him how smart and sexy you were he was eager for a meet. What went wrong?” I sighed. “Who knows? But he’s not here.” “Don’t worry. It’s his loss. I’ll find someone else. Don’t worry Tiff, you’ll get a fake fiance come hell or high water.” I thanked her and hung up with a sigh, wishing I shared her optimism. There was no doubt now, I was going to end up a family laughing stock. The thought of the names they’d call me made me drink even more. By the time I