Fake Dating My Boyfriend's Biggest Rival

Be a golddigger

"Hi, I'm Jeanne. It's nice to meet you," Jeanne, a really pretty, tall blonde lady, introduces herself to me.

"Hi," I respond, accepting her handshake. She's really pretty, with blue eyes, high cheekbones, sizable lips, and a pair of long legs. But she appears older than both of us.

"Thank you for bringing her, Blackwood. I appreciate you," she says, turning to Jason after smiling at me.

"How long is it going to take?"

"You said the party is at 11:00 p.m., right?"

"Yes."

"We should be done before then."

"Can you finish before 9:00 p.m.? I still have some things to take care of before the party," he asks her.

"Yeah, sure. Will you stay as we work to transform her?"

"Yes, I'll be here. So you need to treat her really well."

"Of course," she laughs, flashing all thirty-two of her teeth at us.

I want my transformation to be like hers. Can she make me look like her, please? She looks like a living doll.

Jeanne holds me and leads me into the store, where some of her workers are waiting. The store is pretty busy. There's a hair section; I can see some people getting their hair done there. A nail section. Makeup. Manicure and pedicure. Damn. This store is larger than I thought.

"Alright, we'll start by treating your skin," one of Jeanne's workers announces as she leads me to a different section.

I look behind me and catch Jason staring at me. Jeanne is speaking to him, but he's staring at me.

He gives me an assuring nod before looking away.

What is his relationship with Jeanne? Are they related? No, they can't be. He didn't talk about her that way. Maybe she's his girlfriend.

No. He also didn't refer to her as if she were a special person. Maybe she is his ex-girlfriend, one he is still on good terms with. But she is older.

Well, I don't know Jason's age. He might be old as well.

But he claimed to have attended high school and college with Dave, right? Doesn't it mean they are age mates? Well, it makes sense if they're age mates.

Wait. Why am I thinking about Blackwood at such a critical time?

These people are stripping me naked. They're literally undressing me.

Now, I expected it to be like this, but I'm still surprised by it.

After undressing me, they lead me to a bathtub they prepared and help me into it.

They do all sorts of crazy things to my body, including steaming and boiling me like I'm some chicken.

After this, they go on to massage me. They loosen all the tight muscles in my body. This part actually helps me.

They also massage my face. They apply all sorts of skincare products to my face.

We move to another room after some minutes—or, no, hours later. Another set of girls takes over and begins to work on me.

They focus mainly on my face.

I can tell they're trying to make my face appear slimmer without makeup. My cheeks, my nose, even my lips.

I am escorted into another room, where another set of girls takes over.

I fall asleep during some procedures and only wake up when they begin to work on my hair.

Huh, are they straightening my hair now? Well, I expected this. But I'm going to miss my curly waves. Others might consider it ugly, but I've always been in love with my hair.

After my hair and makeup are done, I am escorted to the final room.

The dressing room.

The girls in this room receive me and start trying different brands of clothes on me.

Gowns. Skirts. Shorts.

They finally settle on a red leather gown. The fitted one that clings to my body like a second skin. It's short and barely covers my ass.

Then they finally finish it with a pair of heels, but luckily for me, the heels are manageable. I can walk in them.

"Can you handle the heels? If you can't, we'll find a more suitable pair," one of them says.

I walk in the heels along the runway, but since I'm not really good with them, they change them to a much more suitable pair.

Black heels.

Then I'm finally led to the mirror.

"What do you think?" They ask as I stand before the mirror.

What do I think? I don't know what to think because I don't even recognize the person standing in front of me.

Who is she? Is she Camila or an imposter? Definitely an imposter.

She can't be me. I don't look this good.

"What do you think? Do you like your new look?" One asks.

I move closer to the mirror and touch my nose. Why does my nose look smaller? And my eyes. What did they do to them?

Oh my gosh!

I blink repeatedly as I continue to stare at myself, speechless.

The door opens, and Jeanne walks in with someone. Jason.

"They're done. I'm sure they did a good job," Jeanne laughs as she walks closer to me.

"Why don't you turn around for us? I'm curious to see your new look," Jeanne says.

I turn around very slowly until I'm facing them.

A smile comes upon Jason's face once he sees me.

"How do I look?" I ask. I want to know what he thinks.

"Great," he says.

"But I prefer your natural look," he adds.

Jeanne slaps his arm. "Come on. Don't ruin my business. You look awesome, honey. Guys will definitely be all over you at this party," Jeanne says as she draws closer to me.

I smile, happy. I was nervous about the sudden transformation, but now I feel even better knowing what Jason thinks of me and what he thinks of my natural looks.

He comes closer and extends his arm. I put my arm around his, and he escorts me to the payment table. He is about to pay with his card when I stop him.

"What are you doing?" I ask, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Uh, paying? What else?"

"And why would you do that?"

"Why wouldn't I? I don't understand. I brought you here, didn't I? I'm the man. I'm expected to pay."

"No, it doesn't matter to me. I don't accept favors," I refuse.

"This is not a favor. Why would you think of it like that?" He says, lowering his voice.

"It is. I'm not used to people paying for me," I admit.

"Not even Dave? Doesn't he pay when he takes you shopping?"

"Uh, he never took me shopping before," I reply.

"What about restaurants and coffee shops?"

"We met at a coffee shop once, but we've never been to a restaurant. He is careful about public spaces, so he prefers to meet me at his home or mine," I explain.

He sighs. "You need to learn how to milk guys of their money," he says as he pays with his card.

"What do you mean?"

"Be a gold digger. You aren't one, and that's not a good thing. Most guys prefer girls who are gold diggers to nicer girls. Dave is not really into you because you aren't milking him. You aren't letting him do things for you. The more a guy does things for you, the more he falls in love with you," he explains as he slowly leads me out of Jeanne's store.

"Oh, I didn't know this. It's my first time hearing this. So, are you saying the reason Dave is not into me is that I'm nice and don't depend on him?"

"Exactly. You need to show him that you need him. Although Dave is a douchebag, and I doubt he'll really change his ways. But he is rich, and he comes from a wealthy family. I expect you to take as much as you can from him. He spends money on other girls. Why shouldn't he spend it on you?"

"Wow, I didn't know this. Thanks for enlightening me. I promise to be better."

"Be a gold digger," he says.

"Yes, a gold digger. I promise to be one henceforth," I chuckle. He also laughs.

"But I won't be that way with you, I promise," I add.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind. I love spending on beautiful women."

"Do you also come from a wealthy background?"

"No. But I have sponsors, and I get paid for merely breathing. Of course, I have the cash," he says.

"You should probably keep enough for your mother. She's still alive, isn't she?" I ask.

"No, I don't know her. I have never met her before," he responds.

"What?"

"She ran away when I was little. She didn't want to raise me, so she left my dad with the responsibility and disappeared. So, I don't know who she is. I've never met her, and if I were to run into her today, I couldn't recognize her," he reveals.

I stop walking once I hear this. "So, does this mean that you're an orphan?" I question, my chest falling as I stare at him.