Faking A Billionaire

Chapter 6

Taren's P.O.V

"How are you enjoying your meal?" Alexander smirked as he twirled his fork in his food dish.

"It's very delicious." I answered with a fake smile.

Alexander took me to Villa Blanca, an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills, for lunch. I was growing angrier by the minute. He acts like a complete jerk to everyone. I surprised Carly managed to deal with him.

"Tonight," Alexander introduced before swallowing. "Jennifer is throwing a party for the last day of filming Catching Fire and I would like to invite you to attend with me?"

"Jennifer? As in Jennifer Lawrence?" I stuttered and almost choked on my food. The Hunger Games was one of my favorite book series. Meeting the actress that plays Katniss in the movies would be like a dream come true.

"Do you know any other Jennifer's?" Alex rudely asked. I don't know how I'm going to handle myself when I meet a celebrity. Carly wouldn't be star struck.

"I would love to go to this party with you."

Carly's P.O.V

"Where should we eat?" I questioned while shuffling through my suitcase.

"We're not going out to eat. Aunt Ruth's cooking for us." Orlando reminded me as he sprawled himself out on the bed.

"I can not stand watching you two eat those meat lover dinners you call food." I snorted and pulled out a light pink dress.

"You can't wear that."

"Why not?"

"Because Taren hates dresses with a passion." Orlando explained as I glanced down at the dress.

"Fine." I sighed and plucked out a comfortable, non-dressy outfit. I walked to the bathroom and changed into a white flowy top and blue jeans with white heels.

"You look pretty." Orlando greeted as I strutted back into the bedroom.

"I know. Can you get changed so we can leave?" I ordered and slung my purse over my shoulder. By the time he was ready to go, it grew dark outside. Aunt Ruth fell asleep on the couch and I managed to sneak past her to wait on the porch. The door creaked open behind me and Orlando walked out wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt with a leather jacket.

"What are you wearing?" My jaw dropped as I shoved my phone in my pocket.

"Clothes?" Orlando blandly answered and motioned to his body.

"Ring ring," I held my hand up to my ear in the shape of a phone. "Stacey London called and its for you."

"Who?" He looked confused.

"Have you never seen What Not To Wear?" I asked, disgusted with his ignorance. He shook his head before I sighed. "Never mind. I think I can fix this. All I need is hair gel and a blazer."

Taren's P.O.V

"CARLY! ALEX!" The huge group of paparazzi shouted and pointed cameras in our direction. Flashes glowed with ever step I took.

"Look to your right!" A man yelled. Alex hooked his arm around my waist and flashes went off. I could finally breathe once we made it inside. Although all those flashes may have temporarily blinded me.

"Would you like a drink, darling?" Alex smiled as I nodded in reply. He kissed my cheek and wandered off to find a waiter.

The club was stunning with a giant chandler hanging over a giant dance floor. Strode lights bounced off the walls and lit the place up. A bar with a long counter top lined the right wall. I recognized a few famous people in the crowd and a smile spread across my face.

"Carly!" Someone called my name and tapped my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Jennifer Lawrence grinning at me.

"You're Jennifer Lawrence!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"And you're Carly Hanson," Jennifer joked and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

"The pleasure is all mine." I eagerly replied with a grin on my face. She simple smiled before Josh Hutcherson tugged on her arm.

"If you will excuse me." Jennifer said before scurrying off.

"Your drink, my lady." Alex charmed as he held out the glass. I reached out for it when the music blaring through the speakers changed songs. Alex set the drinks down on a table and bowed before taking my hand. He beelined for the dance floor but I wiggled out of his grip.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked with concern in his voice.

"I'm not much of a dancer and besides, how can I dance to a song I've never heard?" I answered and tucked hair behind my ear. Alex cocked a eyebrow and stared at me daringly.

"Wait, you don't know what song this is?" Alex questioned.

"Should I?" I nervously chuckled. I think I may have exposed myself.

"This is our song. You're the one that picked it out." Alex angrily stated.

"Of course, I must have forgotten. I'm sorry." I tried to play it off.

"Carly wouldn't forget our song," Alex explained and his eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?"

"Are you serious? I'm Carly, darling." I fake smiled and twirled a piece of my hair. Pain ran up my arm as Alex tightened his grip around me.

"Tell me who you are or things are going to get very bad in here." Alex demanded as I tried to yank my arm out of his grip.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed a small cake off of a waiters tray and shoved it in his face before pouring the two drinks on him. Alex loosened his grip and went to peel cake off his eyes. All attention focused on us. The music volume lowered as everyone stopped dancing to see what was going on.

"That's what you can for cheating on me, jerk!" I shouted and rushed out the door. What did I just do?

Carly's P.O.V

"We have a reservation." I stated as the host flipped through pages in a book.

"Name?" He sternly asked.

"Carly Hanson." I smirked as Orlando rolled his eyes next to me. He was dressed in a black suit with his dark hair slicked back from hair gel. He actually cleans up nice.

"I'm sorrry but you're definitely not Carly Hanson." The man accused and pointed a pen at me.

"Excuse me? Of course I'm Carly Hanson. Ask anyone." I flipped my hair with sass.

"Why don't you 'ask' TMZ." He knowingly replied and started writing something down.

"What are you taking about?" I scoffed and fishes out my phone to see a TMZ alert. Carly Hanson Breaks Cato's Heart. That girl is dead.

a/n

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xoxo, Leah.