Twisted Deal | A not-so cliche fake dating romance

Chapter Forty-Five

Jennifer

I'm laughing as Bash is trying his absolute best to keep up with the dance routine I am running with my class. The girls are a big fan of my boyfriend, and every chance they get, they try to force him into the lessons I'm teaching when we have time toward the end. So for the second time this week, Bash was going through a hard core routine with my girls.

I liked teaching them and I knew I didn't have to run it with time every time, but it was good for them to watch me. So, I hop up here time and time, and now I was trying to keep the smirk off my face as I purposefully changed up the routine to confuse my boyfriend.

"Jen," he is groaning from in front of me, but I only smile as I watch my students, Kate and Harriet, fight over the man. My man. He was mine, and he was giving me the best time right now. Nothing could ever replace the laughs I'm getting in right now. I knew that he did it for my sake, and I blamed him for that. A man willing to go through torture for what feels like forever (even though it's only the duration of one song) is a man I'm excited to keep.

And Bash is a keeper.

God, I got him after so long, and now I wasn't going to let go of him.

Bash had been so in love with his ex-girlfriend his relationship because he was made like that. Made with loving so hard and with everything he had. He had thought that the quality was a flaw of his, but it wasn't. The only flaw that he had was choosing the wrong girl.

I don't hate his ex-girlfriend, but Hannah wasn't the type of girl he needed. She wasn't the type of girl who loved someone fully and didn't want to let go. She was the freeing spirit, the kind of girl who liked to be with a man but not feel trapped in.

She was everything  he wasn't.

He was everything she wasn't.

That's why their breakup has to be finalized. It had to be permanent because they weren't made for each other. Not when being together only hurts them, and my boyfriend had been hurt badly.

Bash needed someone who wanted to find someone and grasp them in every way of that they can. Every drop of every loving quality. He needed someone who could love him so hard that the idea of being with him forever was exciting—not terrifying.

He had me. He had me, and I loved the idea of being in love. I tried to find that with the boys at my campus, and when that didn't work, I tried to talk to an older man. I thought that he would be more sophisticated and willing to settle down. But those were the wrong guys for me.

Not when I was looking for something else.

And Bash had it.

I was excited to be with him, at the way he smiles at the mere mention of us being together in the unforeseen future. I didn't run from it; no, I embraced it.

Moreover, I loved him.

Bash is rolling his eyes at me, "There is no way this is in the routine, Jen."

"Yeah it is," I tell him with a grin. "Follow along with me, baby."

"You knew I would follow along with you anywhere in the word," he tells me, but then releases an exaggerated sigh. "But, baby, I'm about to—" and then his feet slip and he topples to the ground, taking the girls with him. I watch as he extends his hands and allows the girls to fall onto him instead of hitting the floor. That makes him groan as well, and I stop the dancing. I look at one of the girls to shut off the music and run over to him.

"Bash," I'm saying, and he looks up at me, glaring as he does so.

"I'm never coming back here," he grumbles, and I reach over and grab the girls off him. Once I set them aside, I move to touch his arm. "Okay, baby?"