Fake Date With Mr. Billionaire

Chapter Seven

"Pretty flowers. Where did you get them?"

"Huh?" Charlotte tried to ignore her best friend as she watched her admire the flowers sitting prettily in a glass of water. "We should open the shop now, what do you think?"

She hated to keep things from her best friend but couldn't just help to keep what was going on at the moment a secret. It was crazy. How was she going to sound telling her best friend the huge billionaire she got involved with was currently and suddenly her boyfriend?

Fake boyfriend, to make it crazier.

Rachael was definitely going to think she had lost her mind. She thought so already herself anyways and definitely didn't need anyone else to rub it in.

"Yeah we should," Rachael replied, Charlotte heaving a sigh of relief. It was only temporary though as Rachael's attention was almost immediately returned to the flowers. "You didn't reply me. Where did you get these flowers?"

"Um, I," she scratched her neck, trying to think of a good excuse. "They're pretty, right? I bought them myself."

"You bought flowers?" Rachael's disbelief was very obvious. "For yourself? So randomly?"

"Yes," Charlotte nodded. "I did. Why? You don't believe me?"

"I do," Rachael replied her, the look of disbelief not leaving her face. "Where did you get them from though? What store?"

"The store," Charlotte bit her tongue, realizing how busted she was about to be. "That one, you know? The one across the street. I mean, across the other street. A couple of streets away."

"Charlotte," Rachael sighed, dropping her cleaning brush to walk towards her best friend. "You don't have to lie to me. Tell me, did that bastard send it to you?"

"W-who?" Charlotte stuttered. "Who are you talking about?"

"Heck you know who I'm talking about," she folded her arms. "Oh, it was him, wasn't it? Enough. There's no way in hell I'll let you keep them."

"No, Rachael stop!" Charlotte ran towards her best friend before she could grab the innocent flowers and toss them into the trash can. "They weren't sent by Jackson. I promise. Come on, you should know him better than thinking he'll get me flowers. He has never been that romantic."

"Well, true," she slowly loosened her grip on the flowers. "But he's an ass. He might be trying to use silly tricks like this to trick you to forgive him."

"I promise, it wasn't him, okay?" She said with a small smile, freeing the flowers from Rachael. "Just believe me. I got the flowers myself cause they were pretty."

"Fine," Rachael finally softened her expression only to point a finger at her almost immediately. "BUT. If he ever tries to come close to you again or try to woo you again, you better not be silly. I know you're nice to a fault but if you dare allow him take advantage of you again, I'll break his limbs. Then break yours to have you come to your senses."

Charlotte burst into laughter watching her best friend threaten her. It felt good, she couldn't deny. To have her have her back like that.

"Alright, I promise. I wouldn't allow him try to take advantage of me."

Even if she wanted him to, she doubted it ever happening. She had a best friend and new fake boyfriend to help make sure he was completely out of her life.

"Alright I believe you. Let's open the shop now."

They exchanged nods and opened the shop, getting busy almost immediately. Customers rushed in with their numerous orders and before neither of them could realize, they had both gotten so engrossed in work neither of them could think of the flowers or the sender.

It only lasted for a while though as the minute they took a break from orders to rest, Charlotte caught a glance of the flowers, her thoughts returning to Wilson Locke.

She suddenly felt confused all over again. What exactly came over her and what was she thinking when she accepted a ridiculous offer from a man she met only a couple of days ago?

She had about a dozen questions to ask him and the fact that she had no idea where or how to reach him drove her crazy.

For heaven's sake, she didn't even have his phone number.

Or contact address.

She didn't even know his last name!

Okay, she did. It was Locke. Literally the whole city knew that.

"Aaaarrrrrrrghhhhh," she let out a groan, pulling her hair. She was going crazy. She had gone crazy.

"Are you okay?"

"Heck no I'm-"

What?

Charlotte felt her words get stuck in her throat as out of nowhere, right in front of her was no other than Wilson Locke staring at her with his arms folded.

"Oh, great," she sarcastically let out. "Now I'm seeing things. Perfect."

"Why would you be seeing things?"

"Because I am-"

Again, her words got stuck in her throat as she began. Why was he speaking? Why was he replying? He was only an illusion, wasn't he?

"Wilson Locke? Is it really you?"

"Yeah, it is. Why?"

Oh, s**t. He was real.

"Crap," she bit her lip, realization immediately hitting her as she rushed towards him. "Oh, hi. I didn't notice you were there. How are you here though? I mean, where did you come from?"

"I came through the door," he replied. "From work."

"No, that's not what I meant," again she bit her lip. "I mean- you know what, just forget it."

The corners of his lips formed into a smile as he watched her ramble on. She was dressed in a regular jeans and a blouse with her apron on but still managed to look pretty. Her face was flustered, her hair failing to remain in the bun obviously from her running her hands through it way too much.

"Did you miss me?" He asked with a smile. "I mean, you seemed to have been seeing me around so is that the case?"

"No!" She blushed bright red. "That isn't it. It's just that, I didn't see you since yesterday. I mean, after we agreed to you know, do this. So I was just wondering. Actually, I have a couple of questions for you."

"Me too," he nodded. "Hence, I'm here. We need to talk. I don't think we've had the opportunity to have a proper conversation since we met, have we?"

"No," Charlotte shook her head at how silly and unique their relationship was. "But I can't talk right now. I'm kinda in the middle of work. Except you only have a few questions I can answer quickly for me. I can spare a couple of meetings for that then."

"Nope, you can't," it was his turn to shake his head. "I don't think you understand what I meant. I'm not asking you to just talk to me. This is me asking you to go on a date with me."

She literally gulped at his words. "What?"

"Char," he whispered, taking a step closer towards her. Locking eyes with her, the corners of his lips twitched into a dubious smile before he asked, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"