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Then Tara’s eyes strayed, straight to me. “Maya,” she chirps suddenly, a mischievous glint shining through her eyes. “You are new. Unknown in Chicago. Perfect!” I frown. “Perfect for what?” “I have an idea,” she breathes as her red lips curve. “Why don’t we run a fake dating campaign?”

Between our hug and Taser’s arrival, he had become a tin man. “So Mr Whitmore,“ Taser started, “Oh Creed!” I blurted, interrupting Taser, “before I forget, Stretch- I mean Jace,” I laughed cutely like I had used a nickname I wasn’t supposed to, “and I wanted to have a little get together with my friends, so I figured I could extend the invitation to you?” Sure I was lying, and I knew Jace would give me hell for this, but I knew one thing my narcissistic ex hated was not getting attention.

I'm still the wolfless omega mutt and that's not going to change because I am dating the Alpha's son…fake dating. I shuddered, a thought suddenly coming to my mind as I had just reminded myself it was all fake. What would happen if everyone found out it's fake? I shook my head. No, I shouldn't be thinking about this, it's too early for this. Saying this, I got up and decided to try out the first and only option I got. It was a simple plain blue dress…one of Luna Sarah's. She'd given it to me in the past, at a time when she wanted me to be her escort to an event and didn't want me to look shabby.

Santos asked. I looked up at him. Then back at the phone. Then back at him. "Maybe we need to cancel the fake engagement," I said. Santos's eyebrow went up again. "Why?" I dropped into the chair across from his desk, suddenly exhausted. "Because I just agreed to plan my ex-best friend's wedding to a woman who is secretly evil, and I clearly have no self-respect." "She's evil?" Santos sounded curious. "I can't prove it.” I admitted. "But I feel it. She's too sweet. It's not real. Every time she smiles at me, I feel like she's enjoying my pain."

“Fine.” “The third.” He looked at me directly. “The exit clause. You’ve written it as mutual termination only. I need a unilateral option.” I kept my face even. “So do I.” He considered this. “Simultaneously unilateral, then. Either party can end the arrangement with seven days' notice, no justification required.” “Two weeks.” “Ten days.” “Fine.” He made another note. Outside the window the city moved in its indifferent way, glass and light and distance, and I thought about how strange it was to be sitting in this office negotiating the terms of a fake relationship with a man I’d met over pasta and forced proximity twenty-four hours ago.

"Then we sell it. We look happy. We look like a couple. Within twenty four hours, every news outlet will be running stories about us instead of about you throwing wine." Nyla hated how much sense this made. "And when does this fake relationship end?" "We figure that out later. Right now we focus on fixing your reputation before the board votes you out." She took a breath. "Fine. Tomorrow night. Eight o'clock." "Good. Wear something stunning. We are giving them a show." The next day, Nyla stood in front of her closet for twenty minutes trying to decide what to wear to a fake date. She finally chose a deep blue dress that made her look elegant and confident. Not like someone having a breakdown

" I half smiled at him and left the premises. The streets were very busy with couples who came and walked with their boyfriends. It was about nine at night and the weather was cold. In the distance I heard the whistle of a car. It was Trisha and Veronica. My best friends. —Aileen, come up, we're late! Trisha called from the other seat. She was driving. -Where we go? "We're going to Moonlight and we're not taking no for an answer," Veronica said. I got into the back seats of the car and closed the door. "I thought they forgot," I muttered. Today was my birthday and I had not received a message from them congratulating me so I thought they had missed it. I see that no. "Happy birthday, Aileen!

The text said it all. "I got home in one piece. The trucks were clearer this time. Good morning. Happy one-day friendship anniversary, friend." I typed a response right away. "Me: I have never heard of a one-day friendship anniversary; I don’t think it’s a thing. Plus, it hasn’t been twenty-four hours." Almost right away, I got a reply from Jack. "Jack: You’ve never heard of a friendship anniversary?" With a shocked face emoji. "Me: I’ve heard of that but never a one-day friendship anniversary."

“Tee—” “Y’all are still into each other, obviously, there’s no way in hell, I’m getting into that. Ciara loves you.” “That’s kinda my whole point.” She stares at me for a beat. And then it hit her. She gasps, “Oh my God.” I try again. “Tee—” “You want me to fake date you?” She says it like it’s the worst thing after the fucking civil war. “Just for a week.” “A whole week?”

I can't save you. “You did this intentionally, didn’t you?” I turned, looking directly into the vivid, mocking eyes of Priya, who stood right where I had tripped. She just smiled—a slow, cruel spreading of red lipstick. Around us, the VIP lounge was alive with the glow of smartphone screens. Everyone was capturing the scholarship girl’s fall from grace. Mutters sprawled across the floor, gossip already spreading like a sickness. “Isn’t that the bitch who turns every guy down here at Lux?” someone whispered loud enough for me to hear. “Guess she isn’t so special now,” another added with mocking laughter.