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Maria: The first thing I notice is how quiet he is about it. Not shocked. Not irritated. Not even curious in the way I expected. Just… still. I read the article again anyway, like maybe I missed something the first time. Like the words will rearrange themselves into something less ridiculous if I give them another chance. They don’t. Fake relationship. Staged. Insider source. It almost feels personal, the way it’s written. Confident. Certain. Like whoever said it believes it.

The version of Zane Hills that apparently only came out past midnight in hotel rooms with a mostly-empty wine bottle between us. "You don't have to perform," I said quietly. "The sweetness, the — you don't have to fake it for my benefit. I know what this is." Something crossed his face that I couldn't name. "What if I'm not faking?" he said. I held his gaze for a beat too long. Then I looked at the ceiling. "Goodnight, Zane." "Goodnight, Skylar." I closed my eyes. Sleep came quickly — warm and heavy, pulling me under before I could think too carefully about what he'd just said, and what his voice had sounded like when he said it.

he leaned in to whisper before walking out of the shop. Mom sighed and looked at me. I instantly knew what she would say. “Has he apologized?” I nodded, not elaborating further. “Then patch up with him, Dani. Don’t let go of the one who loves you.” I rolled my eyes at Mom’s naivety. “Drake doesn’t love me, Mom. He only wants a fake relationship with me.” She gaped at me for a minute in disbelief. “What do you mean by a fake relationship?” I groaned. How would I explain it to her? “It’s a relationship where the partners don’t love one another. It’s a relationship of convenience which doesn’t involve love, commitment, and marriage.”

It would have remained this cool if this asshole didn’t ruin it for me, “Don’t get too comfortable, this is not real, it’s all part of the deal. Don’t overdo it and ruin it for me. You don’t have to lean on me, I’m not your pillow! And don’t fucking get your hopes high, I won’t fall in love with you!” he told me, shaking his shoulder to make me uncomfortable and get me to take my head off. How can someone so cute turn out to be so fucking annoying? “What makes you think I had high hopes, Raphael? You are the weird CEO, everyone knows you are mean and heartless. How the hell will I be in a fake relationship with a weirdo and still have high hopes?

He just sat there, tie loosened, one hand draped over his knee, watching me like he was memorizing something. “What?” I asked. He shrugged. “You looked effortless to me.” I snorted and leaned back against the seat, head tipped toward the window. The city passed by in a wash of lights, neon signs, red signals, the occasional cab, I watched them for a second, then turned back to him. “You know this is the part,” I said softly, “in every fake relationship story... where one person screws up and actually falls.” Michael didn’t flinch. His eyes didn’t flick away.

I'm impressed. "Wow. Kat, slow down. I can't understand what you're saying." She glares at me, pretty sure it is meant to slice and dice my sorry ass. If looks could kill, I'd be dead and dead... and more dead. "I'm sorry Kat. I-I..." I sigh dramatically. How the hell do I tell my best friend about my fake engagement? Fake? What if this is all it is? In the next six months or so, when the contract's up, what will happen to us... to me? It stings like hell even just thinking about it.

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

"Let's fake a relationship," he said lowly. She furrowed her eyebrows. "And what are we going to do then?" "Like, we can go on dates and stuff–like pretend we're together," he explained. Hazel frowned, not really knowing what Zac was implying. "So, you mean we pretend to actually be a couple? Like one of those reality shows?" "That's right!" Zac gave her a thumbs up. "I know that you haven't been in love before, so I'll make sure to make this experience unforgettable."

“Have you not been paying attention? I am older than you, which already makes me defensive. And then, we are both Libras. I’m trying to decide how I feel about that. Okay?” “Chicks are weird as fuck.” “Says the boy with a huge ego and jealousy issues.” “Say what?” I waived my phone at him. “It’s all here, in black and white. Our relationship would be a challenging one.” “Are you basing our future relationship on some bullshit you just googled?” “Don’t get heated, loverboy. I remember our mating would only be a cover story for your real life.” I crossed my arms, reminding myself of the truth. "I don't know why I am getting worked up over a fake relationship."

“Would a kid be able to marry you?” “It is a fake marriage.” “Fake is an illusion, but this is real, tangible, touchable.” I do not miss the way his jaw clenches at that word. Touchable. One he made so clear that he does not want to be part of this relationship. “Step back.”