Forcibly In Love •h.s.•

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✓Austine

TEN RULES OF FAKE DATING

1. Do not apprise anyone that your relationship is a publicity stunt.

2. Do not hang out with someone of the opposite sex.

3. Public Displays of Affection are necessary.

4. Follow each other's social media accounts.

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What the hell is this?

"Those rules are self-explanatory. I don't need to make clear of it, do I?" Mr. Davies asked.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked with pure incredulity. "This is ridiculous."

"I am sorry, your argument is invalid. You signed the contract, there is no turning back," Mr. Davies smiled smugly.

I sighed in defeat. We have no way out of this. "Fine. But why is it only four instead of ten?"

"Oh! The remaining rules are for you to iron out. Three rules for you Austine," he looked at me. "And also three rules for you Harry," then he looked at Harry.

"Interesting," he glanced at me like he's planning something I won't like. I smell trouble.

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Okay. That's your first rule," he smirked.

"What? No way!" I protested but he just laughed at me. Asshole.

"Ugh. Fine! My second rule is," I rubbed my chin to indicate that I'm thinking. "You should always be the source of money whenever we will go out."

"Lame." he said.

"At least, I won't be broke." I retorted.

"At the end of the day, it's still up to me what things you could buy or not," he simpered. "That's my first rule."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "My last rule is I can use your things. Your car, your phone, everything." I grinned in victory.

"Not my car!" he protested.

"A rule is a rule," I smiled sweetly to annoy every existing cartilage in his physique.

"My second rule is you are going to live in my house with me," he challenged. "And my last rule is you will transfer your stuffs tonight."