Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Twelve

CHARLOTTE

I bolt up breathless and sweaty, I survey my surrounding my heart pounding very hard like it wants to break my ribcage. When I became aware of my surrounding, my breathing slow down to few cutted breaths. Freya is spiraled on the floor while V is also on the floor probably falling from the couch.

I get up and head into my bathroom upstairs, I look at my reflection with a grimace, my hair looks to have had a dream fight with a raccoon, I trail of spit from my lips down my chin. I wash my face, brush my teeth and hair and tying it in a ponytail.

“Is that a challenge”

I quickly shake my head to stop a certain guy into entering my head. I touch my head imagining what it would be like if he gripped it harshly in bed before he sp—snap out of it char.

I head into the room picking a cropped top with pink shorts, spraying my strawberry perfume before padding downstairs, I catch a glimpse of aria in the bathroom. “Aria? You up?” I knock on the ajar guest bathroom.

“Mhmm” she muffles breathless. “I’ll be out in a moment” she adds restrainingly. I close the door for her and head into the kitchen whipping up breakfast which consists of fish and chips, roast beef and a full English breakfast, a little much but why not, it’s a once in a while thing. Plus today feels different as I cooked.

“Oooh, something smells heavenly here” V comes in and sits on her bar stool. “Oh cinderelly, I wanted to make a breakfast in bed for you, but overslept” she yawns the last part before pouring a cup of tea for herself and sipping it.

I sip my matcha shaking my head, there’s no way in hell I’m going to down her breakfast when I know how highly sensitive my tummy can get. She looks around and turns around to the living room.

“Where’s aria?” she looks at me before her eyes land on the fish and chips tray in front of me, and squeals completely forgetting she just asked about aria.

“She’s in the loo” I answered picking up a toast and downing it sad I didn’t make a trifle but I feared I would be wasting V’s groceries when I’m not buying it.

“She’s taking a s**t” V answers while taking a huge bite of her breakfast. I release a sigh and drink my matcha before checking the time on my phone. I excuse my self going up to call Blake to kindly ask him for a rest day because no way in hell am I going to work being ignored like a bag of nothing.

“Good morning, miss wood, to what do I owe this morning pleasure” he chirps happily, well at least that’s a good start. I flop down on the bed threading through my ponytail.

“Good morning Blake, I have a request to make. Kindly” I smile warmly even though he can’t see me. The other end was quiet I thought he hanged up on me until he spoke again.

“You want the day off” it wasn’t a question, I can hear it in his tone and his clipped breath which isn’t a good sign. He releases a sigh probably rubbing his temple. “Fine, have a day off. You deserve it after working hard yesterday”

He hangs up before I could even thank him, a huge grin breaks out of my face that I squeal and jump on my bed. I am so grateful that Blake is my wards managing executive director. After calming down I padded down the stairs to a hasty environment.

V is screaming at Freya for eating her fish and chips. Aria is roaming around looking for her bra, while Freya is sitting on the sofa in the living room—meditating. I slowly make my way to the living room blinds opening it to let sunlight in, all attention turns to me.

I check my phone before clearing my throat for effects. “It is 8:45am.” Satisfied with the ruckus I’ve just pulled, I get into the kitchen to enjoy the view of the drama. They all stop as what I said registers in their brain.

“Three. Two…One” I check my wrist watch tapping it as I count and they unfreeze rushing up the stairs while Aria complains of not finding her bra, and meeting a new client. The sad thing is we all have different body types so none of us could give her our bra, aria has an inverted triangle body type, and Freya is thin with very small waist. V is busty and I have a slim thick body; slim upper-body and thick lower body.

We complement each other that way, even in height we differ which makes doing a walk down very awkward. Freya is five ft. three, Aria is five ft. seven, and V; five ft. four and I’m five feet tall. I remember when we got dressed for Halloween—me as a cat, V a slutty nun, Aria as a witch and Freya as a professor.

We tried doing walks down like in those movies, but with our height difference and heels, it was impossible and utterly ridiculous. So we made a pact to never do a walk down unless it is highly necessary.

“Cinderelly” I look up at V who’s looking at me like I’ve just announced I’m pregnant. “Why aren’t you ready?” she picks a croissant and taking a bite. She wore a cashmere plaid skirt with jacket and a green cropped top, pairing it with cream hills and bag, her hair down in waves.

“I’m not going” I shrug looking at a descending Freya who wore a black skims with sleeves, black ankle boots with a cardboard colored flay skirt with a bow behind it, her short hair free for the first time in a while, she normally packs it in a ballerina bun.

“why? Are you sick?” Freya asks as she heads to the living room probably make a phone call. I shake my head even though I know she can’t see me. “Don’t tell me it’s because of that arsehole” V squints her eyes.

“Pfft, no” I shrug it off with a laugh hoping she would just drop it but the look on her face says otherwise. “I’m going house hunting, so I took the day off” I explain hoping my ears don’t give me out.

Don’t, don’t, don’t.

“This is uncalled for” aria comes down covering her boobs, drawing V’s attention. I look up thanking the universe for the distraction. Aria wore a cropped sweatshirt with black high-waited denim jeans, her hair sleek back in a bun, but nonetheless you could see her perky boobs.

She comes down glaring at all of us. “What? It’s not our fault you have very tiny boobs.” V counters picking her bag and stuffing protein bars in it. “C’mon lets go, were already late. Bye cinderelly” she pecks my forehead and heads out first.

Aria looks at her hands that are cupping her boobs before looking at me and waving with her head. Freya hugs me engulfing me in her white lilies scent before heading out and leaving me all alone in the house.

Im starting to rethink my whole decisions on staying in, it’s awfully quiet in here and I have nothing to do. I guess I could finish watching Bridgeton or even start searching for houses. I decided on option taking a seat on the sofa and putting it on and start season three.

“This would go great with trifle” I muttered to myself before picking up my phone and calling my favorite café to order my meal. After ordering it, I sat down looking at the TV and thinking of what to do because to continue without my trifle.

I flick on some options of what to watch to pass time; I decided on nemo, nothing like remembering childhood, halfway through the movie, I decided to start calling house agents to see what I’m currently dabbling in.

Three calls later, the bell rings. “Finally” I exclaim because I was about to die of hunger. I hang up the phone and pad to the door; I open the door and stop to ensure my eyes weren’t betraying me.

“You’re not the delivery man” I look behind him to ensure the delivery man isn’t behind him but stops when I feel the heat of his gaze on my legs and landing on my hair. I visibly gulp shifting uncomfortably.

“No I am not” I forgot how chocolaty his voice is, I just want to sunbath in it and wrap it around my body like a blanket. “May I come in?” I snap out of my daze shifting and giving him access to the living room.

He enters, whipping me with his sandalwood and cigarette scent. I walk forward and gesture to the kitchen. “Would you care for some tea?” I offer heading to the top cabinet standing on my tiptoes to retrieve the cups.

I feel the heat of his gaze on my back and I feel very hot all of a sudden, wearing just a cropped top with shorts. I pour the tea turning around with a little smile, and dropping his cup toward him, he just nods looking at me seriously.

“What happen? Did stalking get hard for you?” I smile at him, but he didn’t even flinch at my joke. Feeling awkward, I take a sip of my tea looking down at him and waiting for an explanation, when I didn’t get anything I cleared my throat.

“Why are you here?” I ask softly, almost breathless. He looks up from his tea and I wished he was just gazing at the tea because now I am all hot and bothered. I take a seat on the bar stool opposite him.

“I have an offer for you” I look at him, willing my brain to work and figure out what he means. What could he possibly mean by offer?

Then it struck me, “look, I’m sorry but I do not work for outsiders, I’m very loyal to my company.” I will the bile in my throat down, disappointed that all this time he reached for some stupid offer.

His brows shoot up as amusement glint in his eyes, “Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“Well yes, you want to...” he gives me the look that makes me go into my yapping spiral. “There are a lot of agents who contact me with the sole purpose of me to give them my company’s dirty deeds, so that they can tarnish its reputation which is highly wrong because if you want your company to gr—“

“Charlotte” he grounds out.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up” I trap my bottom lips with my teeth. He looks at my lips his eyes darkening. “Don’t do that” he grinds out his jaw flexing, I release my lips from its trap.

“I’m not here for your business, so calm down” he says his tone dripping with amusement and mockery in it.

I look at him my eyes asking him why he’s here. “I have a question to ask you” I nod my head for him to go ahead.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”