Faking A Billionaire

Chapter 5

Carly's P.O.V

"Gross." I screeched and picked at the dirt under my acrylic nails.

"I offered you gloves." Orlando remarked with a smirk. The yard was filthy. The flowers were wilted and the grass is a dark yellow.

"Those gloves don't match my outfit." I scowled.

"Suit yourself, princess." Orlando said and chucked dirt with a shovel over his shoulder, almost hitting me.

"I made you two lemonade." The scratchy voice of Ruth's voice from the front door. Does she know how much sugar is in one cup of lemonade?

"Thanks, Aunt Ruth. Just set it down on the table. We'll be done with the front yard soon." Orlando waved and smiled.

"When will that be?" Ruth beckoned.

"Very soon." Orlando grinned as Ruth retreated into the house.

"Not soon enough." I muttered loud enough for him to hear.

"Would it kill you to be nice?" Orlando asked and threw another pile of dirt to the side. He was pretty strong. Um, did I just compliment him? I rolled me eyes and frustratingly threw my shovel to the side. I can't believe I almost did this work for an hour. "Where are you going?"

"I'm taking a long deserved break." I retorted and strutted towards the house.

"Are you kidding me? We're not even close to being done." Orlando yelled after me.

"Well, I'm done." I replied and sat on the bottom porch step.

"You're a spoiled brat." Orlando insulted. I stood up and scrunched my nose as anger rushed threw my veins. NOBODY calls me a spoiled brat. As Orlando turned around, I took my chance and chucked a ball of dirt at the back of his head.

"Bullseye!" I shouted as Orlando was nailed in the head. I devilishly smiled and turned around to walk up the porch steps.

"Got you, princess!" Orlando shouted back at me. This resulted in a full on dirt fight. Dirt flew at the cars in the driveway and on the windows of the house. Orlando ran through no mans land and collided with me before we fell to the ground.

"What is going on out here?" Ruth spat and stared at us with hands on her hips.

"We were just playing around. We'll clean it up, I promise." Orlando grinned up at her.

"I swear kids are crazy nowadays." Ruth ranted on as she walked back inside the house.

"This is all your fault." I scream and shoved Orlando off of me.

"You started it by hitting me in the head with a dirt ball." He accused and helped me off the ground.

"You're a dirt ball!" I insulted and crossed me arms. I walked over to the hose and started untangling it.

"Nice come back." Orlando chuckled.

"Don't test me." I warned and pointed the hose in his direction.

"Love you too, cuz."

Taren's P.O.V

"Maybe a peach color would work but dark, heavy peach." My bossy clothing designer spoke out loud and moved my body in different angles. Apparently, Carly has a photoshoot next week for some magazine.

"What do you think?" I asked Fiona and spun around in my blue dress.

"It looks lovely on you, Mrs. Hanson" Fiona complimented and fumbled on her feet. I glanced behind her and motioned to an empty chair.

"Why don't you take a seat? You work too hard. And please, call me Carly." I smiled at her.

"I can't do that. It's against the rules." She quickly replied and shook her head vigorously.

"I order you to sit down and relax." I teased as Fiona smiled and took a seat.

"What about this one ?" The designer asked and held up a deep peach dress. It had lace sleeves and cascades down to the floor. I quickly changed in the dress room and trotted out, posing like a model.

"You look stunning." Fiona said and clapped her hands happily. The two doors to my bedroom burst open to reveal a tall boy. He looked extremely familiar.

"Carly, my darling, you look more gorgeous than ever." He complimented and took my hand before planting a kiss on top. I observed his face and I knew exactly who he was.

"You're the guys that plays Cato in The Hunger Games." I gasped but quickly controlled myself. He uneasily eyed me before shrugging. He glanced over at Fiona who was still sitting.

"Don't you have some work to do instead of lounging around?" He scoffed and Fiona jumped to her feet before scurrying out. Wow, what a jerk.

"Are you ready for our date, my love?" He cooed. Hold up, this is Carly's boyfriend?

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xoxo, Leah.