The next morning, I woke up to an argument.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said no.”
I slowly opened my eyes.
My fake boyfriend was standing near the window, phone pressed to his ear.
His back was toward me.
And judging by his tone, someone was having a terrible morning.
I had a pretty good guess who.
“I’m not discussing this again,” he said.
A pause.
“No. You wanted me to play her boyfriend. Congratulations. Boyfriends pick their girlfriends up from hospitals.”
My eyes widened.
Oh?
I pulled the blanket closer and pretended to sleep.
His voice became colder.
“You’re busy? Fine. Stay busy.”
Another pause.
“I don’t care what excuse you told her parents.”
Parents?
Now I was listening.
“You created this mess. Don’t expect me to fix every part of it.”
He discon
