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I grabbed it, my stomach sinking as I saw the notifications flooding the screen. Texts from my publicist, my assistant, my father. Missed calls from numbers I didn't recognize. And then I saw them. The photos. Me and Alex, locked in a passionate embrace on the balcony. His hands on my ass, my fingers tangled in his hair. Our mouths fused together like we were trying to devour each other whole. The headlines screamed up at me: "Billion-Dollar Makeout!" "Alex Russo Caught Cheating with Mystery Woman!" "Who Is Ava Silver? 5 Things to Know About Alex Russo's New Fiancée!"

She nodded slowly, processing. “And then?” she asked. I shrugged lightly. “Then I comment on your I*******m. Something subtle but enough so people know we are not hiding our relationship” “My I*******m has not been posted on in two years” she scowled. “Now is a good enough time to start posting. You could do a collage dump with me in one of them. We could be dressed as casual as possible and smiling at the camera together.” Her lips pressed together. “I can do that” she muttered.

I signaled the waiter to come to take the picture for us. It made us look like we were kissing each other. Our second picture was of us smiling and staring deeply into the eyes of each other, and then their one looked like Cole was kissing my neck. Perfect! Now they would believe. I logged into both my I*******m and Twitter accounts and posted the pictures with a caption. " When you finally find the right person, #New found love." Cole's eyes and mine met. I could see the smile on his face. I hoped we were making the right decision. I prayed it worked out for us as we planned for it to. We had an aim, and I wished it worked out without anything going wrong.

That's the time I took to reach home. How could he do that? Is he for real? God, he wants to meet Jesus now. He said he loved me. F*cking liar. God, why am I crying over a j8rk? Am I falling for him? Do I like him? Dang, it !! What am I thinking? I decided to read the comments on that post. Yeah I know I'm stupid. So here we go! "Aww such a beautiful couple ." "I hope they can get married soon ."

"Is there something you'd like me to add?" I looked past her. "Has the Maison reservation been confirmed?" "Yes." Her tone shifted. "Can I leave now?" I met her eyes. "I need your help with something. I don't want to ruin this date. I want it to be perfect." Her face fell. "Sure. Whatever you need." "What's her favourite flower?" "Peonies." "Her favourite song?" "Rihanna. Stay." "Good," I said, watching her gaze drop slightly to the side. "I really want to impress her. Make her the centre of my existence." I drew the last words out deliberately, watching to see if she remembered.

I trust her. "Okay, let me..." she looks away for a second, then thinks of something, "Let me take a picture of you with my sisters. Just you hugging both of them. That'll get plenty of people talking and wondering. They'll start asking which one you’re dating... which is going to make the next post about the charity hit a lot harder." "Smart, as usual," I nod, then I make a face, "But... I'm not dating either of them. I'm dating you, so why not just take a picture with you?"

"Only like the face? Don't joke, Maria. Your grandmother is not so naive that she can't tell whether he loves your face or you as a person. It's clear that he loves you from how he looks at you. I just don't know if I can hold on until the day of your wedding." How could Vincent love me? We are just in a contractual relationship. I didn't take my grandmother's words seriously, and quickly showed the mark on my neck and told her. "Grandma, don't worry, he has marked me, and we will hold the wedding soon. He will announce in public that I am his mate, and you will definitely catch up." Grandma looked at the mark on my neck and smiled slyly. "Well, your mate is very powerful, and the smell is a

She asked even though she already knew what he was talking about, the papers. "Haven't you seen the photos going around? Well, I am glad to tell you that we are about to become the newest power couple," "In your dreams right?" "No, not in my dreams, in the heart of those bloggers, if only they know that I have asked and I was friend-zoned," He replied dramatically holding his heart. "Get over your head and just leave me alone Aron, I like working here because, well I just like it," "If you like it so much why don't we make an exchange? You give me Del Cole’s gallery and I will gladly turn in this nameless place,"

She placed their task in front of them. “Yes!” she heard their answer. “Ok, start,” she said and paused the mic. “Cold.” “Emotionless face.” “Hot.” “Hansome.” “Sexy.” “Even though I am a boy, I want to go and hug him.” “Hey handsome, Want to spend a night with me?” “I want to be your partner.” “What if he is already married?” A question was raised. “Then I will be his mistress,” she answered. “Not only she, but even the answer was the same from me,” another girl added.

I Can't Breathe! "My Chocolate Princess, My Keya, My Better Half, My Mate! My whole world changed the second you touched me. And I fell in love with you instantly! I don't see my life without you in it,. Because without you, there is no Me! Today you showed me just how much I truly Need You in my life. Rukeya RudyMae Woody, will you make me the happiest Man, Wolf, Dragon whatever the hell I am, alive and Marry Me?"