Author's note: Hello guys ;) it's me with a new converted story, an amazing one (for me personally). I hope you'll like it. As i said in the prevoius story, i notice that there are less new stories, especially BeckFreen, so i wanted to convert this one, too, for you guys;)
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"Damn it, let go of my hand already!" the blonde growled angrily, pulling her hand out of the brunette's strong grip. She rolled her eyes.
"Pff, as if i like it, sweety" Becky said, leaving the elevator.
"Lord, what did i do to deserve this?!" raising her hands to the ceiling, Freen demanding an answer from the outside. And in response there was only silence and a snort from the brunette.
"I'm already sick of you in these couple of hours!" Becky said, walking towards the door.
"It would be great if you kept your barbs to yourself!" Freen flashed a pacifying glance at the girl.
"Too much honor" the brunette snorted, opening the door.
"I can't believe that I have to live with you.." the girl cast a disgusted glance at the brunette "under the same roof for three years" and immediately looked away, walking into the luxurious loft.
"Shut up already!" the brunette snapped, and while Freen stood with her back to her, looking around the loft, she showed her middle finger.
Becky is simply overwhelmed with anger and irritation from the blonde. But unlike Freen, the brunette has better control over her emotions, but, unfortunately, even with the blonde, this barely works, and as soon as the first word leaves Freen's lips, the girl immediately wants to punch her, so much so that she no longer dares to twirl her tongue.
"Put on your ring, princess" the brunette growled, plopping down on the sofa and putting the ring on her ring finger. She raises her hand and admires it.
"Shut up" the blonde growled angrily, taking a ring from her trouser pocket and pulling it on her finger. She looked at the hand with some disgust and immediately put her hands in her pockets.
Freen began pacing the loft, looming before the girl's eyes. She only irritably crossed her arms over her chest and began to watch how the blonde, like a pendulum, stomped back and forth.
"Three years" she began, braiding her hand into her hair, "three years! I'll go crazy. I'll just go crazy!" she continues, rubbing the bridge of her nose tiredly.
"You're not alone in this, relax" Becky huffed irritably. "I'm already going crazy. You're so annoying!"
"Fuck you" Freen threw an angry look at the green ones, showing her middle finger...
A few weeks ago...
"Excuse me?!" Freen narrows her eyes, looking suspiciously into his father's eyes.
"What's not clear here?" he said calmly, folding his hands on the table.
"A fucking fictitious marriage? Have you completely lost your mind in old age?" the blonde hissed, pointing a finger menacingly at her father and coming one step closer with every word.
"Freen!" her mother snapped, standing next to her father.
"What? Are you in favor?" she glanced at her mother.
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Against The Law (FreenBecky)
RomanceTo save and benefit the business, Freen and Becky enter into a fictitious marriage. And everything would be fine, the girls would calmly live out the time allotted to them, but it will be more difficult than it seems. They will have to live under th...
