Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Thirteen

ANDREW

I never wanted it to resort to this—I lied. I totally wanted it to resort to this, I craved for it to resort to this and it was totally worth it. After spending a few days in search for the perfect girlfriend for my mum, my eyes was glued to this certain kitten with hair I can’t stop imagining my hand wrap around it like a belt.

I guess since then I knew she was mine even though I gave myself time to differentiate between my d**k and my head, and both of them seems to be in the same conclusions. All the holes I have asked the same question gave me the same answer almost immediately without a bat in the eye.

But the kitten sitting across from in a pink short and white tank top has been quiet for what felt forever. But I never mind the silence, it gives me time to unashamedly look at her, I remember when she stood on her toes to pick the mugs, her tank top riding up showing her soft glory skin, my d**k strains my pant and sitting properly to give it space.

Since when I met this lady, it feels like I’m always hard like a thirteen year old high-scholar, nothing makes it flesh more when I get a whiff of her strawberry scent—f*****g fragola, and when she traps those luscious lips with her teeth. Kill me.

I take a sip of my tea, so very British, they love all things prim, posh and proper. She snaps out of her daze before looking at me with wide eyes, without thinking—she gulps down her tea, burning her tongue in the process.

She rushes to the sink washing her with tap water, like that’s gonna help her situation. She squats down and my d**k jerks being bigger—looking at her round ass is really something, she picks an ice block putting it in her mouth making it look even more edible.

“I must’ve heard you wrong, did you…” she gulps down the remaining ice in her mouth. “Did you just ask me to be your girlfriend” she takes a sit on the opposite stool, looking at me with those innocent doe eyes.

I nod my head trying hard not to smile from the entertainment in front of me. She visibly tenses before looking at me and clearing her throat. “I have a boyfriend” she said confidently but her ears perk up and are growing red.

“Your boyfriend cheated on you” I point out taking a sip to hide my amusement. Her skin flushes red; she opens her mouth and closes it like a fish. “I have a new boyfriend” she counters her ears perking up again.

“OH, how quickly you’ve moved on” I said in mock pride, she senses it to, she picks up my cup and head to the sink pouring the coffee down the drain.

“You’re gonna have to elaborate more than what you said” she turns and leans on the slap, giving me the look a mother would when her kid just lied to her.

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend” I stand up fixing my tie before inserting them in my pants pocket. She gives me a questioning look probably noticing how I wouldn’t react well to interruption.

“We happen to be going to the cruise tour together, my mamma refuse to give me the CEO position to our company until she sees I have a companion, I told her I had one—she suggested I bring my so called girlfriend to the tour, and here we are with my question still hanging in the air” I take a step towards her feeling proud she sinks deeper into the slap.

“All I’m hearing is you. If I decide to help you…” she raises her hand. “Which I haven’t yet—“

“Oh you will” I smirk taking a step again. She grips the slap her knuckles whitening.

“Okay, cocky” she rolls her eyes before looking at me again. “All I’m saying is; what will I get in return?” I take another step giving us a meter space, which will soon become inexistence.

“Will two million do?” another step. Her mouth a jar I could put my thumb in for her to suck. “What? Wait that is just—" Another step, she squirms back.

“Just what?” I stop tilting my head to the side to examine her even though I know almost everything, except the part that is covered.

“Just—will you stop it” she snaps cleaning her forehead with her forearm. I take another step enjoying this way too much.

“Stop what?” I take another stop two inches separating us; I can smell a whiff of her fragola scent. She extends her arm probably in hopes to stop me.

“That! Stop coming closer and stopping my thoughts process” I take a step her warm palms burning my chest, she closes her eyes shrinking back, I use that as an opportunity to take a big step caging her until my breath and her breath are kissing.

“Open your eyes charlotte” ordered I. She shakes her head; I force her chin up with my thumb and fore finger. “It was not a request” I growl. She opens her big glossy eyes looking at me.

“You’re gonna be my fake girlfriend” it wasn’t a request; we both know that she gulps and try to rear her head back but I tighten my grip on her jaw.

“I know absolutely nothing about you” she whispers, the voice travelling down to my d**k.

“That’s no problem, I would love to come to your birthday party tonight” her brows knit together her eyes swirling in confusion. “I heard your conversation with the house agents” I explained even though I knew that even before the date arrived.

She nods her head before looking down her eyes widening probably noticing my erection. ”could you please step back, you’re invading my personal space” she pushes at my chest, I grab a hold of her wrist—her breath hitches and I can feel the pulse on her wrist maddening.

“What are you doing?” I lean in closer so that my lips graze with her ear when I spoke. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I lick her ear lobe feeling satisfied when a shiver overtakes her. I reach for her ponytail undoing the ribbon until her hair falls covering her upper body like a blanket.

I pick up a strand sniffing it like a f*****g dog before grazing my hand behind her neck bringing her in until I could feel her heartbeat against mine and sniff her neck like it’s my only oxygen. “This scent” I sniff again harder in hopes to have it engraved in my brain. “It does stuff to me” I push my erection in her stomach for her to see the effect she has on me.

After one final long whiff of both her hair and scent, I step back and stride for the door before I do something that’s uncalled for in their society. “Oh and Charlotte” I turn my head my back still to her. “Keep your hair down tonight” and with that I step out of the house with another ribbon to add to my collection.

CHARLOTTE

The mind is a complicated thing, and right now, I couldn’t agree more with whoever made this statement. Andrew left forty-five minutes ago—keep your hair down tonight, my trifle order came in right when he left—keep your hair down tonight, I’m trying to enjoy my trifle—keep your hair down tonight, Bridgeton season three is streaming—keep your hair down tonight.

“Hello!! Earth to cinderelly” I look up to find V looking down at me with a confused gaze. “When did you get back?” I push up to sit properly, shrugging my hair off my shoulder.

“Just now, I was asking if you came in with a guy?” she removes her jacket draping it on the couch, before retrieving her mannequin to continue her dress design.

“No, why did you ask?” I thank the stars my hair is down and covering my ear. She shrugs picking up a needle trying to put the thread in.

“It smells like men in here” she put the thread in after layering the thread with her saliva. “I must really miss men” she adds but I was too trapped in my head to listen.

Keep your hair down tonight

Keep your hair down tonight

Keep your hair down tonight

Keep your hair down tonight

Should I do it?

Won’t he think I’m desperate?

Or worse…easy?

Keep your hair down tonight

Keep your hair down tonight

Keep your hair down to—

“Charlotte!!!”

“Hmm” I look at V completely forgetting she was around. She places her needle in the mannequin’s breast before coming to me in slow steps.

“Oh my God” she covers her lips with her palms. “I knew it!!”

“Knew what?” I look around me to see if I had missed something when I was—distracted.

“A man did get into this house” my eyes widen which seems to be a confirmation for her; she jumps on the sofa squealing before holding both my arms. “What’s his name? Where did you find him, I honestly thought the Italian was the guy for you, did you guys have s*x before he left? Where is he work—“

The doorbell saved me from hyperventilating, V gets up and starts for the door. “Were not done yet” she adds before going to open the door.

“Where’s the birthday girl?” Freya asks peeking her head in like that’s gonna help her see me. “Would you quit that; she’s inside and not going anywhere” V pushes her forehead back before ushering her in.

“Where’s aria?” she drops her huge ass present on the kitchen island before coming to sit with me. “Running late, something about picking a new dress” she shrugs tapping my thigh before noticing my hair.

“No ribbon today?” I try my hardest not to blush but to no avail. “It looks good, I think you should let your head down tonight” she runs her hand down it with a smile.

“Yeah, you totally should” V confirms sitting close to me, trapping me between Freya and her. “Now spill” Freya’s face morphs in confusion.

“Spill what?” she looks to me then at V waiting for an explanation, I trap my by bottom lips with my teeth refusing to speak.

“A man was here” V counters before looking at me with raised brows, I look to Freya for help. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m also curious”

“Guys its nothing serious, I promise”

“We’ll be the judges of that” before V nudges me; there was a knock on the door. “Saved by the door…again” she stands up after giving me the 'I’m watching you' sign.

“Welcome, miss moment!” V exclaims sarcastically before come back leaving the door open for aria to come in. she enters and drops her three boxes close to Freya’s.

“I interrupted V from listening to some tea right?” she slumps defeated, she wore a skim camisole in brown, her favorite color after pink, a shopping bag is close to her, probably a dress for later.

We nod while she seats on the one seated sofa. “I’m sorry Char, I wanted to buy you that dress you wanted for your birthday but it was sold out a week ago and only one is left—all the way to Iraq” she slumps her shoulders with a pout.

“It’s totally fine, I appreciate you either way. Now back to pressing matters” I glare at V while flipping my hair. “What? Wasn’t that what you wanted to say?” that was totally what I wanted to say but I won’t give her the pleasure of being right.

“No, I wanted to say she shouldn’t beat herself up about it because I’m not bothered about the dress” aria nods her head before giving V a pointed look and V just shrugged it off.

“Whatever, just talk and I won’t be hot and bothered” she points at me. “I mean it” aria looks at me, then at Freya before landing on V, she opens her mouth to speak but Freya and V beat her to it.

“Char brought a man over” I release a sigh flopping in the chair closing my lids and thanking the universe for such friends.

“It’s no man, but a house agent” I lie through my teeth, but thankful when I see their believing eyes. “I offered him something to drink, hence the mugs” I gesture to the mugs on the plate rack.

V looks like she could need more convincing but me trying to explain more means I was lying so I just kept looking at her until there was a ring on the doorbell. V mutters something about every time, whatever that means.

“Delivery for Charlotte wood” the delivery guy exclaims like he’s the receiver. V tries to collect it but based on instruction, I’m the one who has to retrieve the gift. I head to the door, the delivery guy checking me out visibly gulping before he shoves the box in my grasp.

Without another word, he rushes out of the door. “How odd” I mumble turning and accessing the box that is pink. I pick the tag to see from who it was. “Capo?” my brows thread together in confusion.

“That mean boss in Italian” Freya confirms with a head nod, I drop the box on the table that my other presents are there. I open it and I freeze with a loud gasp. “What is it?” I look up to aria before pulling her in for a hug.

“Aria you freak, you did get me the dress” I squeal bringing out the pink V-necked gown covered in pink shimmering stones, twirling around with it.

“It’s not me” she said stopping me with her words, I look at all of them my eyes landing on a smug V. “Looks to me there’s more to it that you’re not telling us.”

“Have you moved on from Adrian?” she steps closer tucking my hair behind my ear. “Do you have a boyfriend char?”

“No I do not, I am utterly single” she nods her head with a smile, clapping her hands; she turns around with a smile. “Alright people, we have a party to plan, let’s go grocery shopping” and that’s exactly what we did, bought a lot of alcohol, decoration and snacks before we got back and start decorating.

I leave V and aria arguing to go and start getting ready, I take a lot of time in showering, washing my hair and get ready, and I even put a little more effort in my makeup with on sole purpose.

Shock Andrew.