The Beat Of Your Heart

Chapter Three

C H A P T E R    T H R E E

You see, intimacy in anyway is something I really try to avoid. I usually just dodge hugs when someone greets like that. Yes, it is rude, but I am a little rude so dodging hugs is just an introduction to my personality.

That's beside the point. The point is that, although I hate contact I am somehow in a closet with Cole and it's dark. I hate the dark. Fuck my life.

Why? You ask. No we aren't having some weird make out session here but... well let's start in the very beginning, a very good place to start.

. . .

"Nope, not doing it." I say with my arms crossed and a stern look in my face. A smirk widens in his face, knowing he kind of has my interest. You see, if he were a normal friend he would think that I really didn't want to do it. But he knows me well enough to guess that I, yes I actually am the slightest bit interested to do what he plans.

"What if we get caught?" I argue half-heartedly. I am just saying this so he could convince me a bit more and I would feel less guilty about it later. Everyone does this subconsciously. I am just conscious that I am trying to convince myself with his words.

"Don't worry. We have done way worse. Remember the yacht in Lake Erie." He says with a small knowing smile.

I laugh slyly as I think back at the memory.

We literally stole a yacht that was just there with the keys and everything. I mean come on he was asking for us to steal it. We went for a short trip with the ginormous thing. It was quite entertaining. But as we were putting the big white yacht back, we saw the man that owned the thing coming back from wherever he was. He saw us steering the boat back. He screamed at us but we both jumped off as quickly as possible. We ran like freaking Forest Gump. Thank god we didn't get caught. It was really fun.

I nod my head knowing that this was going to be something memorable. "Okay let's do this."

He puts his arms around me and I laugh as he says. "This is why we are friends, shorty."

I shake my head as I realize that I have done the craziest shit with him. I am surprised we never got caught.

"Like I always say, Armstrong." I start. He rolls his eyes, mocks me and repeats what I say every time we do something reckless. "If we get caught I will kill you. Yeah, yeah, I know but I will not let that happen to you anyway, dumbass."

I snort at him and pinch his cheek. "Aw, that was the cutest thing you have ever said to me." I say sarcastically.

He smiles and turns towards the huge building in front of us. "You ready, Mrs. Armstrong?"

"Yes, Mr. Armstrong. Let the business begin."

We enter the big building withholds big companies and a lot of stuck up rich people. Today the challenge is for Cole to act like a rich man's or woman's child and I am the fiancé. Not going to be difficult since Cole is a great actor and I am great at pretending to be.

"Timmy, my car is on the far left. Put it on front of the building. I wouldn't want my fiancé getting cold. Now would I?" Cole says casually giving the man on front his Mercedes keys and walking towards the elevator. I bite my lip trying not to smile at the confusion on "Timmy's" face.

I hear him scream a "Hey, sir" but the elevator doors close and we are inside with men and women who have suits and secretary skirts on.

I roll my eyes playing along and turn to woman next to me who has a high bun. "These workers. They can never do anything right, can they?" I complain.