IN 60 Days

"Let's make a deal." he simply said with that smug smile I found insanely annoying. "Say whatever you have to say and get me out of this hell hole." I said starring skeptically at the cramped space expecting another hairy unattractive reptile to come out any moment from now. He smugly put his hand in his pocket leaning against the door looking every bit the stereotyped fantasy induced bad boy that he was, the obsession of almost every average teenage girl. He looked at me with that poker face of his. "Its a game of charms...we become friends and we try to win each other over in two months which is a week to prom if you win and make me fall helplessly in love with you then I would back out from the prom couple title competition." I chuckled. "Inasmuch as I am shocked to find out that you have a good sense of humour but this would have been more appreciated if it wasn't in a f*****g janitor closet" I said my voice going a bit high at the last part. I hated shouting at anybody, but there was something about him that just pushed all my buttons and left me mad, that tries my self control and destroy my restraints. I looked at his expression, he didn't even flinch, he didn't look bothered by my outburst like he expected it, he didn't even act shocked and definitely did not act like he was joking...wait.... "You aren't joking?" I asked my eyes wide as saucers. He rolled his eyes. "Am not joking around Lilah... Am tired of the cat and mouse chase... Am a real business man and an heir to one of the biggest hotels in the state. I believe in deals and since well you are also an heiress I want to believe you do also so what better way to win this if not by having a deal." he stated. I was dumbfounded just gazing at him mirroring his expression waiting for the first hint of a smirk to Creep in but oh boy... He was dead serious. "And what if you win not like that is possible but...." "Simple then you withdraw from the contest." he simply replied straightening himself to his full gait of 6ft and something, making him tower over my smaller frame,I should be intimidated by him, by his brooding authoritative presence, his intoxicating over powering manly musky scent but instead I felt challenge and even anger.. I looked up at him still starring warily at him.. I wasn't stupid.. An Alexander just doesn't make a deal with anyone without there being a catch... And the possibility of them winning. "Something just doesn't sit out right with me we can barely stay in a room together without wanting to get at each others throat so what makes you think that any of us would fall for each other coupled with the fact that am actually mad about someone else, we have been together for lemme say forever..." He placed a hand on my lip, that gesture alone jolting and electrifying me.... That was the most physical contact we have had in years. I glared at him and then removed his hand from my mouth flinging it roughly to his side. He chuckled. "Let two months be the judge of that." he whispered. I sighed. " I still think this is useless and just dumb..." "Leslie," he whispered and just like that I forgot all my well thought protests, I looked up at him seeing that mischievous glint of his dancing on his green orbs. "This is perfect." he whispered looking at me. "Except... The Alexander princess is too scared of losing to me." he added coldly. I took a step closer to him ignoring the s****l tension and how hot the room was suddenly... Stupid teenage hormones... He reeked of so much s****l appeal but my female parts should be able to know when to quit especially when it was an annoying cocky sexy as hell player and West field No 1 player and do I also mention family Arch enemy.... Yes my dad and his well also share the same hostile feeling we had for each other or should I say the Alexander hotels and the Louis were competing rivals. I looked up at him our gaze meeting, I didn't dare look away. "I can never lose to you Tyler not in a million years." I whispered. He c****d his eyebrow. "So?" He asked... I knew he was trapping me into his twisted strange little game but I was my father's daughter and my pride was my weakness. "Deal then." I said. He smirked evilly finally confirming to me that he was up to no good and I just fell into his trap with both eyes open. "Get ready to fall head over heels." he whispered in that masculine velvety voice that always manages to do strange things to me. He turned to leave. "But how sure are you that any of us would admit to falling in love with the other and losing the deal." I whispered. He stopped on his tracks completely. And after few ridiculously long seconds, he slowly turned towards me.... "Trust me when I say the deal would be the last thing on my mind when that happens.. But.." He drawled out sexily. "... That can only happen if I have a heart ... But I don't." he added and with that and his signature smug expression on his ridiculously handsome face he walked out leaving me confused, surprised and wondering what the heck I have gotten myself into.