Faked Love

Chapter 4

Diana

Just as I was finishing taking a shower and drying my hair with a towel, the doorbell rang. Fortunately I had already dressed, so I immediately went to the door and opened it without hesitation.

As soon as I had opened the door just a little bit, a voice familiar to me sounded: "Hey, darling." So I opened it completely and looked right into Dylan's face. "Dylan," I said joyfully and wrapped my arms around him immediately. "Ey, you're making me wet," he grinned, also responding to the stormy embrace. We hadn't seen each other all week because he had to work for a lot, so I was really happy to see him again. "You have to go through there now', grinned and buried my head for a moment in his crook of the throat before I broke away from him and finally moved into the apartment.

"Did you miss me?" he joked, although he knew exactly that the answer in any case was 'yes'. "What kind of question is that?" I replied and quickly went back to the bathroom to dry my hair completely while he took off his jacket and shoes. His laughter came from the hallway to my ears and I grinned again: "I just like to hear you say it.

When I was done, I hung the towel over the edge of the bathtub and started looking for my boyfriend. In the end I found my room where he had fallen on my bed. I stopped briefly in the door frame and enjoyed this sight.

He had crossed his arms behind his head and pulled the blanket up to his stomach. A satisfied smile had spread on his lips. When he spotted me, his smile broadened and with a wave of his hand he told me to come to him. Wordlessly, but grinning, I complied with this request and pushed myself off the door frame. I walked around the bed and then climbed onto the mattress on the free side.

Immediately he released himself from his position and pulled me with his strong arms to himself, so that after a few seconds I lay there wrapped with him. He pressed a gentle kiss into my crook of the throat and gave me goose bumps. Teasing, he breathed against the soft skin of my neck, knowing how ticklish I was there, and gave me an almost childlike laugh as I tried to kick him free.

Laughing he stopped and shoved one of my blond brown strands from my face: "I love you, Diana". Immediately I became calm again and turned to him so that our faces were only a bit away from each other: "I love you too".

For a moment there was silence between us and we just looked at each other extensively, but I broke with it by asking: "Do we want to watch a movie? He nodded: "As long as you get up and pick one out, you're welcome. Because I'm way too lazy to get up right now." Then I nodded confirming and he let me go so that I could go and get a DVD.

Quickly I went to the TV in the living room and stood on my ten points to get to the shelf on which I had placed my films. Without thinking long, I pulled out one of my many "James Bond" films and then returned to Dylan. He seemed to have been waiting for me, because when I came in he immediately followed me intensively with his gaze.

"Is something wrong," I asked while I pushed the DVD into the player and then turned to him. "No, I just missed you so much that I would love to spend every second with you," he laughed a little embarrassed and I noticed how his cheeks turned slightly pink. I really had the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world.

Fastly I walk back to him and turn on the television with help of the remote controle, while Dylan pult me closer to him and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead. Today he was very cuddly, I thought, enjoying his gentle touches indeed and absorbed the warmth of his body.

The movie started and we begann to watch, while his fingers gently painted a line over the side of my body and deviated me with that. We both loved it to be close to each other again and I nearly forgot the embarrissing things that happened to me today.

But only almost. Because in the middle of the film my phone suddenly begann to ring on my bedside table. A bit shocked I jerked and freed myself from Dylan to grap it. Who could that be? Perhaps Grace, who wants me to save her from a horrible date?

I throw a view on the display and tryed to collate the number with one of my contacts, but I have to find out that I've never seen it before so that I have no idea who is calling."Who is that?", asked Dylan, looking over my shoulder, with a trace ofdistrust and suspicion in his voice. When I noticed his undertone, I looked at him irritated. Was he just serious? I knew that he could be really jealous, but that was a little exaggerated now.

"I do not know but even," I snorted a little annoyed by his jealousy that came through now and then. And, although I had never given him a reason not to trust me. While I was thinking about how the mood between both had so quickly changed for the worse us, I took the call. "Diana Martin, what can I do for you?" I muttered to my typical greeting in the phone and sank down into the cushions again. While waiting for that person said something at the other end of the line, I felt Dylan's glance burned literally in my skin.

"Hello, this is Natalie Hayden," the person presented. When I heard the name, I squinted slightly. Somehow he seemed strangely familiar, but I could not say why. "Uh ..." I made automatically, as I had no idea who this person was and thereby entgegenwusste nothing.

The caller seemed to have noticed my dilemma: "The woman from the gym." Suddenly I knew immediately who it was at the end of the line and noticed how red rose in my cheeks. Oh man, how embarrassing! "Oh, okay," I replied quickly, "Call for the invoice to?"

"Well, not quite," she replied and then began to explain to me what the reason of her call was. After the first few sentences my jaw dropped and I was just speechless. I was on the phone with THE Natalie Hayden and submitted to me at that moment a crazy offer. But she couldn't be really serious about that, right ?!

When she hung up, there was a moment of silence in the room until Dylan asked. "And? Who was that", I thought for a moment about not telling him, but then decided that I was too old for such a behavior:"Natalie f*****g Hayden!" Unlike me, he seemed to know just who it was, because he looked at me in shock, "What? Why? And how she has come to your number?" "I met her at the gym today", I said, staring at the ceiling:"And she wants to meet me tomorrow." "Why?", Dylan persisted. "She gave me a job offer," I said slowly, as this information still did not quite fit in my head. "A job offer? You?", it seems like this has been to much for him at the moment:" You got to be kidding me!"

"No", I just answered:"She seemed to be very serious." "And what kind of job does she wants you to do?", he folded his armes in front of her chest and look at me in a irritated way. But I didn't answered, but just thought about the answer. Natalie Hayden wanted me to become the fake girlfriend of her son.