𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 - Alejandro balde

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☆

📸𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀📸

𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖
𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊💕

𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚💕

Laura
Can u come by my office at 13 o clock this central cee situation is gettinv out of hand, we have come up with a solution.

Ami
Yh sure

ఌꨄఌꨄఌꨄఌꨄఌꨄఌ

The girls left about an hour ago, saying they had things to do, so I decided to freshen up for a while. I spent about an hour and a half doing my hair, picking an outfit, and going with a natural makeup look. After that, I swung by Starbucks before heading to my manager's office.

My manager, Laura, is like a second mom to me. She's my mom's best friend, and she has a 13-year-old daughter. Eight years ago, she divorced her husband because she couldn't let her daughter grow up with his abuse. Laura used to be a makeup artist, and when I needed a manager, I asked her because she always knew what was best for me. Plus, my parents completely trust her.

As I walk into the office, I notice two unfamiliar figures sitting with Laura. "Hey, Amira," Laura greets me warmly, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "This is Alejandro and his manager, Michael," she introduces, while I sit down, confused as to why they're here. And why hadn't Laura mentioned there would be more people at this meeting?

"You're probably wondering why they're here," Laura starts. "I'll explain. As you know, there are rumors circulating about Central Cee cheating on his girlfriend with you, and that could seriously damage your image. Alejandro here has been in the news for his, um, 'manwhore' reputation, but people are starting to believe he's settled down. So, to protect both of your images, you two will have to fake date for six months to a year."

"What?" I say, folding my arms. "I'm not fake dating him."

Alejandro quickly snaps back, "You think I want to fake date you?"

"Can we not?" I groan. "We don't even get along!" Sure, Alejandro was handsome, but he was also beyond irritating. He never parked his car properly, always threw his trash in my bin, and blasted loud music at all hours. If you haven't guessed already, Alejandro Balde is my annoyingly hot neighbor—the kind of guy who breaks hearts for fun. In other words, a total manwhore and certified player.

"Amira, you don't have a choice. And neither do you, Alejandro," Laura says sternly. Michael stands up and adds, "You'll have to post something together for Instagram. We'll leave you two to figure out the details."

As they leave, Alejandro breaks the awkward silence. "So, now what?"

I sigh. "If we're going to do this, there need to be rules."

"Fine," he says, leaning back in his chair.

"Rule number one: No kissing," I start.

"Rule number two: You have to attend my shows, shoots, etc."

"Rule number three: Throw your trash in your own bin."

"Rule number four: Park your car properly."

"Rule number five: No loud music."