The CEO's Contract With The Thief

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"What did he want?" Anita asked as Jasmin came to join her in the kitchen where she was passing the customer’s order to Andrew, the cook behind the kitchen island.

Cainan told her earlier that he got her number from Anita and she still had a hard time letting that sit within her.

"He said he got my number from you," Jasmin informed her, not answering her question straight away.

Anita moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer and set it into her tray, "Yes, he seemed genuine when he said he was your childhood friend and so I believed, he also looks alright was what he said a lie?"

"Not really, but we are definitely not childhood friend."

Anita gritted her teeth and frowned at no one in particular. "That son of a bitch lied to me. What did he want then? I noticed you two stayed there for a while."

If Cainan hadn't offered her the deal of being his fake girlfriend and also told her to keep it a secret between them, her response would have been different, "Nothing important, we met a few weeks ago and he has been searching for me ever since." Her words had some truth in them, but it wasn't the complete truth.

Her eyes grew remorseful. "I'm sorry. I should have known better. Let me make it up to you, dinner with me and George."

She said, going out to drop the bottle of beer for the customer that requested it before coming back to the kitchen.

It was a genuine invitation, but Jasmin wasn't very keen on accepting it. "Yeah, so you can go all lovey-dovey with each other while I'm there right." She rolled her eyes. She was so close to stabbing herself with a fork the last time she was at dinner with the couple, which was four days ago. They barely had their hands off each other and they couldn't eat without staring and smiling like two love drunk idiots.

Jasmin wasn't a huge fan of romance and it irked her skin but only endured it because Anita's cooking was way better than hers and nothing was better than eating food that she didn't make or pay for.

Anita grew red with embarrassment, she knew this talk was going to come up "I'm sorry about last time, George was to blame for what happened, he claimed I didn't inform him before inviting you over and was hoping to get back at me with what he did, I don't think he had torturing you in mind when he did what he did."

"Don't worry, it wasn't sexual torture, it was the puke-in-my-mouth-a-little kind of torture." They were sweet with each other, but it wasn't what she wanted to see that night.

"I am sorry, let me make it up to you, come over today and I promise there will not be such behaviour at dinner."

"I have a feeling you will not stop unless I say no," Anita gave her the eyes that said she was right and groaning, "fine, I'll be there." She said in response.

"Yes," Anita threw a fist of triumph I'm in the air at her reply, and Jasmin just rolled her eyes.

At exactly seven p.m., Jasmin knocked on the door and it soon opened to her and there stood George wearing a blue polo and grey joggers. His hair a little messy, and she didn't even want to think why that was. He had a goofy smile on his broad face and a bit confused. She wondered if she was seeing the real George.

Yes, his and Anita's love story was one of the best love stories that she ever heard of. According to Anita, he was eighteen and at his graduation party the first time they met, while she was twenty-two and there to support her younger sister on her graduation. They both felt the connection there and then and three years later, which was a year ago, they got married, and have been living their best lives ever since then. George had a degree in event management and Anita was currently working towards attaining her degree in accounting, which had always been her dream, and George supported her through it all. They were the accurate definition of the love she would never have. They were good people and though they barely knew her, they still pulled her closer.