❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: Feel The Love - Rudimental
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Needless to say, River drove us there. Thankfully, he hit the accelerator and got us there by five past eight.
On the way there, I ordered him to stop the car. "Don't tell me you've decided to murder me now. I wouldn't have bothered playing hero," he said teasingly as I stepped out of the car, and scoffed.
Hero? More like Demon.
I wasn't going to let him go shirtless no matter how tasty the washboard abs were to look at.
I ignored the odd looks from other passbyers. "So where are we going?" He asked, with a goofy grin, his long legs easily matching the pace of mine. No matter how childish I was being, I felt the need to walk faster but he managed to match my pace easily. My eyes were trained on the charity shop a little bit ahead of us, "To get you some clothes."
He shivered as if the sound of clothes scared him. "Woah! Kayla, there's no way that I'm getting a shirt from a charity shop. Well, unless they have Armani or something?"
Was he delusional? Who in their right mind would donate an Armani shirt to a charity shop? But if going along with it meant getting him into the shop then so be it.
"Sure. Of course they'll have Armani. Probably even brands so exclusive that you've never heard off." He nodded, looking seriously interested for once.
We left the store carrying four shirts, two trousers and a fully clothed River. I'd managed to convince him that Target was an internationally famous brand of top quality, usually costing a few hundred grands. If only he knew that it had probably been worn by some sweaty middle aged man that had just thrown up.
I sniggered at the thought. God, I loved being me.
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I hated him.
Everything about him was perfect. I already knew that he could sing, after all that was his job and however much I hated to admit it, he was good looking. And from what I'd seen today, he was a frigging awesome dancer too.
I'd made him chug three coffees straight, in order to get him to sober up a bit more.
I sat back and pretended to not watch how effortlessly he could dance. Alyona was a pretty good dance teacher and within two hours, she'd taught him the whole of the choreography. That left me, acting as if I was taking notes on something when in reality I was doodling on the notepad of paper, bored as hell.
When the one-to-one session finished at quarter past midnight, I was more than happy to let River drive on the way back to the hotel again. After around ten minutes of the car journey, I crashed out.
