"Dad I'm not depressed I was trying to get them to leave me alone!" I groan into the phone and he sighs. "Hey you know you can talk to us" he continues and I roll my eyes. "Or talk to Damien- he's your boyfriend he is there to help you through this stuff. I really think you guys should come out to the world" he tries and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"I'm not talking to Damien" I make that clear and take a deep breath. "He's going to be home soon," dad says out of nowhere and I grow confused. "What do you mean?" I ask and he chuckles nervously.
"I called your boyfriend and told him you needed him and he said he'd make his way home" he explains and I groan. "Dad! Are you serious! How did you even get his number!" I shout and he snickers. I calm myself knowing Damien probably said that but wasn't actually coming over. "I asked for it last time we meant, I needed to be able to talk to my future son in law"
The system announces somebody is at the front and I whine. "I've got to go, he forgot his key again- shit paparazzi will see him!" I yell running towards the door. "Bye dad, love you!" I kiss him through the phone receiving a kiss in return. "Goodbye son I love you too" he answers and I hang up, opening the door to reveal the man of my dreams- that I hate of course.
"Come in" I huff pulling him into the house and slamming the door. "Did they see your face! Were there- are there lots of them out there!?" I ask trying to peek out the window.
He grabs my hand and drags me to the couch. "Darling, I don't care. I saw your little outburst we need to focus on you- tell me what I can do to make you feel better" he whispered and I dropped my head into my hands.
His hand hesitantly goes to my back and I sit up moving away. "Why are you being like this, I told you I wouldn't let you use me, yet you're still trying!?" I shout standing up.
He follows giving me a blank look as usual. He opens his mouth but I beat him to it. "Don't you dare darling me" I snap and he crosses his arms. "Zach. If it will make things easier- I will do the photoshoot with you, we can go public" he whispers moving his hand to cup my cheek.
"I honestly don't think it makes it better might just make it worse- also what do you mean go public, public about what. We are nothing! I've been lead on by you way too many times" I poke his chest and he moves back flabbergasted.
"I'm not trying to use you, in my line of work I'm not allowed to have a partner- ironic I know" he explains and I cross my arms looking the other way. Is that his way of saying he would date me if it wasn't for his job? "I could always tell my work they are paying me to date you if anybody asked, so it wouldn't be that bad" he tries but it just doesn't make sense.
Nope, he's just a using asshole. "I don't care how good-looking you are, I don't want you" I scoff starting back for the door. "So you think I'm good-looking?" He asked and I turn back to him with an annoyed expression.
"Stop, why are you even here" I sigh just not wanting to deal with more of this shit. "I was worried" he answers bluntly and I recrossed my arms looking over to my cat for some sort of help out of this situation.
"Well that's great... friend of mine, but I'm fine- I just lost it because the press was bothering me" I huff and he steps over to me again his arms out. I grumble to myself but hug him.
"Let me help you, I want to help you" he explains and I just rest my chin on his shoulder trying to think of what to do next. His arms were sturdy and warm and it was so comforting.
I sigh and turn my head breathing into his neck. "Let's sit down and talk about this" he mumbles and I nod moving to go to the couch. Rajah moved to the arm of it and I sit against the side Damien next to me.
"If I were to go with you to the photoshoot, I can tell my boss you're paying me to hide your real relationship. If you sign a privacy contract nobody will be able to say anything, without losing- practically their lives" he explains and I nod looking over to pet my cat.
"How much do I have to pay you, would you be willing to deal with all the fame and publicity- I'm sure my dad can help keep you on the down-low" I try to explain and he nods.
"I'm honestly not a people person so I'm not the most excited about that part but I would love if your dad could help keep my life a secret" he nods leaning over to put a hand on my knee.
"So more than likely this will cause me to lose the homophobes completely, some people will get upset I'm no longer single because then there's no chance of me getting with them. Uh, I'm probably going to gain some crazy fans who are obsessed with gay. There's going to be backlash for a while, and the haters are going to try and come after you now. I guess we are hoping they'll get bored once they get their answers and move onto another star. We can eventually break up once my strict parents allow me to live by myself, or if I can find another guy that would be willing to date me. That one makeup artist seemed to like me" I start rambling trying to think.
"Or you could just stay with me" he laughs and I let out a pathetic laugh at his joke. "Just text me and I'll be ready to leave, some details would be nice though- and your fans are going to be disappointed in me look wise" he chuckles. I shake my head leaning over to him more.
"That's not true, you are very attractive!" I assure him and he chuckles taking his hand from my knee. "My body is littered with scars, nobody likes scars" he lays back on the couch and I give him a sad look.
"I like your scars, they make you... you- that was so cringy" I make my way over to him, laying on top. He puts his arms around my back and I rest my head on his chest our legs mangled together.
"Please don't use me" I sigh and he starts to rub my back. "I won't" he answers. Rajah meows and soon he's jumping over making himself comfortable on my back. I turn and rest my chin on his chest looking up to him.
"You're adorable" he whispers and I ignore it moving my hand to play with his hair. "I love your hair" I mumble watching it fall from my fingers. "Thanks, I try to take care of it" he chuckles and I continue playing with the silky strands.
"Thanks for calming me down" I mumble looking back at him. He was already staring at me. "Of course, instead of your dad calling me. You know you can call me" he replies and I suck on my teeth not sure what to say.
Turning I wake the sleeping cat on my back and he yawns before jumping on my head and then off of the couch moseying his way over to his food and water bowl. "Well okay then" I huff looking back to Damien who was staring at the cat with a smile.
He looks back at me and I scoot forward more. "I'm not using you, but let me kiss you" he fumbles over his words our lips hardly an inch apart. "Okay" I breathe out and he pulls me up before pressing our lips together.
His hands move to hold my hips down and I push his shoulders down letting my heart get in the way. I was kissing him back and enjoying it. He kisses my cheek before kissing under my jaw. "Please don't" I whisper and he immediately pulls back.
"I'm sorry darling" he whispers cupping my cheek. "No I'm sorry I just don't want to go through it again" I sigh dropping my head. "Go through what? Zach, what happen?" He asked rubbing my back.
"I don't want to talk about it," I tell him and he nods kissing my head. "Whenever you want. Zach, I'm not just someone who kisses everyone they see, you just make me feel different" he relaxes onto the couch.
I lift my head and kiss him.
"I really want to believe that, but at the moment I just can't"
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It's Just Pretend ✔️
RomantikZachary Tatton, model and actor. Son of the famous Nancy and Tony Tatton; owners of a well known modeling business. Even at twenty four his parents are terrified of him being stalked and hurt. The only way he was able to move out let alone across th...
