" they'll know we're faking if I'm not kissing or touching my girlfriend, dumbass "
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Miles and Diana. Two best friends ever since child's legs.
With a bit of lies, rich parents, parties and press, everything seem possible, but is it?
One date cont...
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It's been a week since the fake relationship started. What used to be a daily nagging from my friends about how I should get a boyfriend and not be so picky have finally stopped. I can finally focus on my studies and not get dragged to parties, blind dates or set up hookups that can't make a girl come for a million bucks.
My friends have terrible taste. At one point I thought about going out with a woman to do some exploring because I had lost all faith in men.
When my friends started asking for details about how Miles was in bed I freaked out. I did tell them that it was none of their business, because it isn't, however it made me wonder...
I knew Miles had skills in the bedroom. If he didn't he wouldn't be getting as many girls as he does. He had a good rumor and I think part of me wants to take it to the test but 94.67% of my body says no.
We get inside his car after waving goodbye to our teammates. As soon as they're out of sight I cross my arms over my chest.
"You need to stop kissing me all the time, it's grossing them out" I mumble to him, leaning my head back.
"They'll know we're faking if I'm not kissing or touching my girlfriend, dumbass" he defends himself "besides, we both know you enjoy it, babe" a snicker and smirk earns him a slap on the arm.
"Don't even try" I put my hands over my face "god, you're so annoying"
"I'm yours" he smirks.
"Not for real" I argue back.
"They don't know that" he continues.
"They're not here" he goes quiet at my response and I believe I've won, once again.
"Hey, if I can't be with anyone else, I gotta take what I get" he begins speaking, taping his finger on the steering wheel "my moves on you is the only action I've had since foreeeever" he drags the word out with a loud groan and whine.
"Oh bu-hu, cry me a river" I roll my eyes and I can see the slight smile on his face from the corner of my eye.
This Friday, a small charity event is being held at Bloomfield's country residence. It's a few hours up north to a gorgeous mansion with a gigantic garden.
It's a nice evening with not too many people and many friendly faces. Miles I by my side as I hang onto his arm.
We've had multiple people come up and talk to us constantly and ask questions. It's getting a bit overwhelming. My head feels heavy and I can't help but feel dizzy. Maybe I should've eaten that sandwich Mary made before I left.
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