Summary: Hailee is forced to date a Billionaire playboy for publicity; only one problem. She absolutely hates him.
Word count: 1115
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Sex.
Request by: Projectmmbape
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(HAILEES POV)
Here I was, sitting in my so called "boyfriends" mansion, at first you would think 'oh my god Hailee you're so lucky!' Or 'Wow that's awesome!'. But if you knew the man I lived with, you would hate your life.
Don't get me wrong the house is nice and all but who really wants to be apart from their boyfriend? Not me. I didn't even want to be in a relationship but apparently it's "great for publicity" so I was forced into this. I don't even want to get started on how big of a prick Y/N is, he's just a selfish, greedy, man child who always needs to get his way. But before I get deeper into this amazing story let's rewind.
(REWIND ⏪ )
( "Hailee, meet Y/N, I think you two will be very good together." My agent said proudly, I gave him a small smile but in return I only got a head nod. Y/N seemed very busy, his nose was literally in his phone, that's not an exaggeration. I know that rich people get very busy but it's weird seeing it up front. "Now, remember, when you two are out in public, always make sure you're holding hands, hugging, kissing, all that good stuff." My agent explained. I nodded at him and turned to Y/N. "So? Sound good to you?" "What? Oh, yeah, yeah" he waved me off while looking at his phone. I silently scoffed under my breath because, who does that?)
(PRESENT DAY)
I decided to get off my phone and go see what Y/N was up to. Probably in his office, where he always is. I walked downstairs to see Y/Ns butler waiting by the bottom of the staircase. "Good afternoon Ms Steinfeld, may I interest you in a warm towel?" He asked me "I'm okay Abraham, thank you." Surprisingly all of Y/Ns staff were very nice, I wonder how they deal with him.
I walked into Y/Ns office and leaned on the doorframe while looking at him. "What do you want?" "What? No hello? No how are you?" I joke while he glares me down. "I don't have time for this Hailee, I'm a very busy man." He explains while standing up. "You think I don't know that?" I ask while crossing my arms looking at him. "Here. Take the money and leave me alone." "I don't want your money Y/N, I'm here to talk to you." He leans back against his desk and crosses his arms as well "Oh well please, enlighten me." He says blankly. "Don't mind if I do" I say through gritted teeth. "You need to start taking this fake relationship more seriously, that means, no having random girls over every single night and no parties whenever you feel like it." He looks at me and then looks at his watch. "Yeah, okay" he says rolling his eyes. "I'm serious Y/N, this is getting out of hand. What do you think the public is going to say when they see a hundred different women coming into this house each and every night?" I push myself off the doorframe and walk closer to him " I think we could be friends if you were more responsible" "sorry to disappoint you, but I can do whatever I want, I am a billionaire after all." There he goes again, thinking he's the 'king of the world' just because he has money.
"As much as I would love to continue this conversation I'm going to be late for my meeting." He grabbed his briefcase and bolted out the door leaving me with just the sound of my heartbeat.I groaned and walked out before sitting down at the personal bar in the kitchen. "You know, he wasn't always like this." A voice said. "I find that very hard to believe, seems like he's been doing this whole 'I'm a billionaire, so you listen to me' act for a very long time. "It seems that way. Believe it or not he used to be a really nice guy, I guess all the fortune just go to him." "How do you know?" I asked the bartender. "I used to work for his father, he was a very sweet boy before his father passed." I frowned slightly, I knew Y/Ns dad had passed away but I always just expected him to be this rich, spoiled brat growing up. "Wow... so there was a time where Y/N was actually... nice?" Malcolm chuckled "yes, but what can you do, huh?" I nodded and rested my chin on my fist while talking to Malcolm for a little while.
(TINY TIME SKIP)
I guess the talk I had with Y/N didn't work since I could hear the moaning coming from his room that is all the way down the hall. The only way I could block out those noises were if I covered my head with the pillows. Seeing all the faces of Y/Ns staff while Y/N was doing some random ass girl was pretty funny, it must suck to have to hear that every single night. I was bored so I decided why not get in some trouble. I walked up to Y/Ns room and knocked loudly on the door. "Go away!" I heard the girl say. I knocked again on the door until it finally opened and there was Y/N. Thankfully he had a towel wrapped around his waist so I didn't have to see... well, I'm pretty sure you know. Just making this clear, I do not like Y/N, but If I may say, he did look pretty hot without a shirt on. "What the fuck do you want?" He said breathlessly. "Oh nothing, just wondering what-" I was cutoff by the girl who Y/N was currently having sex with. "Get out of here loser" she said as she pushed my forehead back with her palm "excuse me? Did you just put hands on me?" The girl smirked and crossed her arms. "Yeah.. I think it's time you leave" Y/N said while looking at the girl. "Seriously?" Now it was my turn to smirk, I looked at her and waved her off as she gathered the rest of her clothes and started stomping out the house.
"Sorry for ruining your sex session" I say chuckling "No it's fine, she wasn't that good anyways." Y/N says smiling. That may have been the first time I saw him smile, and I wouldn't mind seeing it again.
YALL GET THAT KISSING BOOTH REFERENCE??? ALSO PLANNING ON MAKING PART TWO OF THIS BECAUSE WHY NOT.
