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Caslista's POV
“You f*****g wish,” I whispered, making sure my eyes were still on him.
As much as I hated him and the fact I am doing this, we need to make this believable.
“Even in your dreams, you won't see me take off my panties, let alone spread my legs for you,” I added, enjoying the sudden change of look on his face.
The after-party went on for about two hours, almost everyone drunk.
“Where else are we showing up?” I asked calmly after I walked out of the clubhouse.
I made sure to leave a few steps between us. Just because I was paid fifty thousand dollars doesn't mean my hate for him f*****g disappeared!
I am barely trying to stand the sight of him!
“At my next game, Cal…lista,” he replied, stressing my name.
Without waiting for the next word from him or another second here with him, I got into my car.
Fuck!
My hands tightened around the steering wheel the moment I recalled everything, a part of me not sure if I put on a great act. Kissing Evander was the last thing I had imagined myself doing. Worst, I didn't expect him to be such a good kisser…
Fuck it!
I yelled out this time before starting the car. I drove down home, shutting every thought of Evander from my mind.
I have to visit my mother first thing tomorrow and make half the payment. The doctor has to start treatment… I believe before the deadline he gave me, I would have gotten well-paying roles. Like lead roles of high-budget movies.
“Liz, are you for real? So the rumors about you both dating were true? ” West's voice echoed the moment I stepped into the apartment.
Standing next to him was Emily, staring at me like I had murdered someone.
Well, I would have literally been an i***t, a crazy f*****g b***h, if I did that to West.
If our hate for Evander were withdrawable, we would be f*****g rich. That is how much we both hated that Ryan wannabe.
“You—”
“b***h, before you start to convince us, there is a proof of you both kissing,” Emily interrupted me, staring at me with utter disappointment.
Knowing this would lead to a bigger misunderstanding if I don't explain, I sat down on the couch before I began.
“Before I explain, promise me you won't judge me—”
“We would!”
I smiled at how they yelled out at the same time. I wonder if Emily finally took the bold step, and if they were finally dating.
“It is all fake,” I rushed out the words. “West, I was paid fifty thousand dollars to be Evander's fake girlfriend to help him clear the rumors of being gay.”
“Tell me you are joking? So you are both doing this to clear a
rumor? What if he is gay?” West's questions made both me and Emily burst into laughter.
Fuck it! There is no way Evander, who is popular for changing ladies like, the hockey playboy him would fit into the concept of ‘being gay’And even if he was, that would be to my advantage.
I don't give a f**k about that.
“First, I don't care whatever his sexuality is, and secondly, West, I need money for my mom's treatment,” my words made the room suddenly tense, the silent killing. “The doctor said the tumor is spreading. My mother needs follow-up treatment. He even said if this show no improvement—”
“Calm down, Liz,” West reached for my hands. “Breath, please.” I did exactly as he said, letting my tears pour down. f**k this!
Even if this has been going on for a while now, I just can't get used to it. The last thing I want is to lose my mother. She is the reason I kept thriving. I want to give her the life she deserves. The life that motherfucker of a father denied her of.
“If you want, I can go with you to speak with—”
“No! We both know how it goes the last time, please,” I interrupted him. “I already have half the money for the treatment, and I believe I would get the rest soon,” I added before leaving for my room.
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I smiled faintly when I walked in. She was holding the pillow tightly and not the remote like she usually does.
“Mom—”
“Who are you?”
My eyes widened at my mom's question, my skin hair rose on their end. “Mom, it is me, Calista. Your own Lista. Your—”
“I am sorry, I haven't given birth. I just got married. Where is my Ryan?”
Anger and pain coursed through me at her question. When she was still in rehab, she refused to see anyone, but not remembering who I was… it is something I can't imagine.
Fuck it!
I rushed out of her ward to the doctor's office, tears dropping down my face.
“Doctor, please tell me my mom is pulling a prank on me… please…—”
“Miss Calista, I planned to inform you about it when you visit,” the doctor interrupted me before I could speak. “I am sorry, your mom would
likely experience mild memory loss. Though, not all the time.
“The tumor is spreading, and I am afraid if we don't start the follow-up treatment, it might get too bad, and in worst case, she might not be able to go through surgery.”
Hot tears found their way to my face at the doctor's words. f**k Glioblastoma!
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