Chapter Eight
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“What are you saying?” I took a step back in case I'd come in contact with a psycho so I would have a higher chance of running away.
“Katie told me you need to publish a story about basketball, but you know nothing about it.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Katie would certainly be Katie.
“Yeah?”
“And I also know you don't want to date anyone for love,” he continued, still looking bored of the conversation.
“Okay?” Where was this conversation heading to?
“I'll tell you all you need to know about basketball throughout the holiday,” he placed both hands in his pocket as the breeze swept past us.
“You're going to teach me?” The surprise was evident in my tone, because the last thing I'd expect was to be taught by him.
He nodded, “I'll teach you everything you need to know throughout this holiday.”
“If?” Because there certainly wasn't any way he'd do this for free.
As eye-catching as his words were, I would never trust anyone to willingingly teach me without wanting something in return.
He stared around, seeming uncomfortable discussing this in public, “when would you be free?”
“I'm free now,” other than this walk, once I got home, I'd just end up sleeping off while trying to learn about a sport.
“Okay then, let's head to my car,” he gestured to the black Range Rover that'd been packed a few blocks away.
We both sauntered towards the car which he unlocked, but certainly wasn't a gentleman to help open the door.
Opening the passenger door, I closed it once I was in while he entered the driver's seat of the car.
“Okay, so what were you talking about teaching me about basketball?” I knew one thing was for sure.
If I was able to have someone who was a pro in the sport help me learn about it, I'd certainly be able to grab a thing or two about it.
“I'll teach you all you need to know during the holiday,” he stared at me with an indifferent expression.
“And what do you gain in all this?” From what had just happened with the kiss and all, I didn't need anyone to tell me what his gain would be.
But still, I held a small amount of hope that he might say something else.
Anything.
“You'll be my girlfriend for a year,” of course, that just had to be the condition.
“No thank you,” I might need someone to help me with learning, but I wasn't going to lower myself by being my teacher's girlfriend.
“Don't you think you should listen to all I have to say?” His tone wasn't stern, but had an intimidating edge to it.
What could he possibly want to say that could make dating him for a year seem a little less of a bad idea.
But then I thought of the deadline to submit a novel, and what I had so I found myself saying, “what?”
“I need you to be my pretend girlfriend for a year,” he clarified, “and after that, we'll break up.”
“Your pretend girlfriend?”
“While we date, there'd be no strings attached, just try to convince my parents that we're together.”
My brows furrowed, “why?”
“I don't think you need to know,” he was back to that cold tone of his that I certainly hated.
“I think I have every right to know,” no way was I going to end up acting like the girlfriend of someone who could possibly be a criminal or something.
Because why would he want to pretend to date someone just to impress his parents.
Things like that only happened in novels and certainly would never take place in real life.
He sighed like he was aware of what I was thinking, “all you should know is that I can't become the CEO if I don't have a girlfriend.”
What type of crazy thing was that? “And you want me to be that girlfriend? Why?”
“Because I want someone who wouldn't want any strings attached,” he sounded like I should've guessed that, “and who wouldn't try forcing themselves on me.”
“So you think I'm that type of person,” there was no hiding how proud of myself I felt at the moment.
“What? You aren't?”
“Of course I am.”
He stared at me like he thought I was weird, “Katie told me you're not interested in falling in love, which means you're a perfect fit for this all.”
I wondered how much Katie actually told him.
“Would you be my pretend girlfriend and I'll help you out with your book?”
Now, I knew this was a very stupid deal, because why would I date someone all because I wanted to learn about a sport.
But then, I also knew there was no way anyone else would willingly teach someone as bee-brained as I was about sport.
I was certain even he would regret making this decision so yeah, he was the one who was going to suffer.
All I had to do was pretend I was his girlfriend. Could that be hard?
“I'll do it if you can promise me two things,” no way was I leaving without giving out my own conditions.
“What?”
“You wouldn't ever kiss me again or attempt any other type of physical touch,” because I wasn't going to be a kissing machine.
“Alright,” he sounded like he didn't even want to do it.
“And you mustn't change your mind,”
He raised a brow in obvious confusion, but he'd understand once he started teaching me and was aware of how terrible a student I was.
“Alright,” he stared ahead, “but you'll also have to do one thing for me.”
“Which is?”
“Don't fall in love with me.”
I snickered because he wasn't aware of how possible that was, “alright.”
“Okay.”
“One more thing,” immediately, I recalled, “do we have to make it public?”
He shrugged, “if you want. I actually don't care.”
“No, I don't want,” no use letting people think the only way I was able to create the story was with the help of a certain basketballer.
“Okay, you can leave then.”
“What a gentleman you are,” I was sure to not hide the sarcasm from my tone as I opened his car door, closing it once I was out.
So I had a boyfriend for the holiday. How weird that was.
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