Engaged To A Country Bad Boy

Chapter Six

Skye's Point Of View:

I let out a groan of relief as I finally hung the last item of my clothing in Brantley's, well now it was mine too, wardrobe. I glanced at my watch and realized it was already past 7 pm. I had been unpacking for the past 4 hours straight. It would have been faster with Brantley's help but I had insisted on doing it alone when he offered. So he had left to go and practice with the rest of the band and told me to call him if I needed any help. It was embarrassing to have him go through my personal items, especially my lingerie. Sure we had agreed on trusting each other and working together through this trap but he was still a stranger to me.

My stomach growled and I frowned. I had been so jittery about the move and settling in I have yet to eat the entire day. I carried the last of the carton boxes to the living room and left it with the rest.Brantley informed me the housekeeper or crew would have it recycled later on.

I moved towards Brantley's kitchen and washed my hands first. To my disappointment, there was no food at all. A couple of beers in the fridge and some snacks; a typical man's apartment.

"Hungry?" I jumped slightly at Brantley's sudden voice as I shut the fridge door. He was standing in the living room, carrying a box of pizza with a smile on his face. He looked hot even just standing there. I felt really ugly around him.

"Yeah." I admitted, flushing slightly. "I finally unpacked everything."

"That's great." He moved towards the dining table and set the pizza down. "Thought we could have dinner and um, I don't know get to know each other. I mean we have to because for any future interviews and since we are living together.." He told me as he sat down.

I sat down on the seat opposite him and nodded. "We should actually." It was better to know about the man I would be staying with from now on, or possibly going to be married to if Brantley does not figure a way out of this in the end.

He opened the box and handed me a slice of pizza. "My hands are clean, don't worry." He assured me.

"Thanks." I smiled at him and took it. "So what do you want to know?" I would rather he asked about me first since there was nothing interesting in my life. I was sure I could tell him information about me easily.

"How about we each take turns asking questions?" He suggested. I nodded, agreeing and told him to go first as I chewed my pizza.

"Any allergies?" He asked first. I shook my head and asked him back and he replied that he had none either.

"Favorite flower?" He asked and I frowned. He caught my frown with a puzzled look.

"I have never received flowers so.. I don't really have a preference." I admitted. Brantley's eyes widened.

"Seriously? No guy has ever given you flowers before?" He asked in disbelief, causing my cheeks to turn pink.

"Yeah.." Decided to change the topic quickly, "Why did you become a singer?" I asked. I was sure I could find that answer on Google if I wanted to but I decided to hear it from the man himself.

"Always loved music since I was a kid. My father was a composer so I guess somehow it influenced me." Brantley explained before taking another slice of pizza. "Why do you become a graphic designer?"

"I have always loved art since like forever." I replied. "And I am good at what I do. Do you smoke?" That question came out quickly but I had to know what Brantley's habits were if we were going to live together.

He chuckled at my question. "I do but I am guessing a girl like you would hate it so don't worry, I won't smoke when you're around." Wow, that's considerate of him.