Falling for Dylan Day

A Very Awkward Limo Ride

Sorry to bother you again. I just have wayy too much time on my hands...

Jem on the side --->

Well here's another chapter:

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Chapter 6: A Very Awkward Limo Ride

He didn't answer at first, just stared at me, completely and utterly confused.

I rolled my eyes. "Hello, asshat? Can you hear me?"

He blinked a few times before replying. "Wait...you live here? This is your house?"

"...yes, it is. Now answer my question," I said tiredly.

He pursed his lips and leaned against the wall, eyes on me. Why is it so attractive when guys lean against walls like that? Why does that turn me on? I can't afford to feel like this, Jesus Christ.

"I'm here for business reasons," was all he said. He crossed his arms, and I could see his biceps straining against his hoodie.

I rolled my eyes. "In my world, that's guy talk for, 'I'm actually fucking your mom.' Did you meet her at that club that one night?" I inquired.

His eyes widened in shock. "No! I'm not fucking your mom! Jesus, who do you think I am?"

"I think you're Dylan Day," I retorted. "Haven't you dated a few cougars? I bet you have. Plus, it's not like my mom hasn't brought guys here my age, you know."

"Your mom's a cougar?" He questioned.

"I prefer to call her, 'not too picky,'" I replied.

"I see," was all he said back.

He gestured for me to follow him inside the house. It was funny, because I felt like our roles should be reversed. Shouldn't I be the one showing him around?

We went into the living room, where two men in business suits were already sitting on the leather couch, their briefcases open with papers arranged on the coffee table. Dylan and I took the seats across from them on an identical couch. He sat far too close for comfort, but I was obviously the only one affected by it. Of course he's not affected by you, you idiot. He has girls practically lining up to say hello, what makes you think you could be any different than one of his crazy fans?

The briefcase men looked up, acknowledging our presence. "Hello, Mr. Day and Ms. Nightengale," they said in unison. They sounded like two dolls in a horror movie saying 'come play with us!'

I swallowed, suddenly nervous. What the heck is going on?

As if he read my mind, one of the men said, "You're probably wondering why we're here."

I nodded, wringing my hands on top of my thighs.

The other businessman spoke this time. "We're here as representatives of you, Dylan," He said. "We're here to propose a deal for you two. So, as you probably already know, you both disappeared into a hotel room last week for the night. Most have concluded that you're dating, considering Dylan typically...doesn't stay with one woman for a prolonged period of time. It's given great publicity to your show and to Dylan, because it's making him seem more mature, so we wanted to ask if you could pretend to date for a while. Only good things can come out of this, we promise you."

I almost choked on my own spit. I have to fake-date some guy I don't even know? I really didn't want to say yes, but I knew that if I didn't, my mom would flip out. I can imagine her screaming at me for 'not thinking about my future career.' My decision was already made for me, so I didn't try and argue. I simply smiled and nodded as if to say, 'aight.'