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"What do you think I am? I don't care if you're a millionaire. I don't care if my love life is screwed up. I just won't be your playgirl, how much money you offer me," My voice rang out clear, making my colleagues peep out of their cubicles.
"Listen," he looked straight at me, his eyes smoldering dangerously, "Your company promised me the perfect date. I was going to propose her. She is in love with some other freak. That damned woman has been cheating me."
"We promised a perfect date, not a perfect relationship, Sir. You failed to win her heart," I hissed.
"Return my money. I'll sue the company and ensure that they throw you out," he threatened.
I shuddered.
"N...No. How can you be so ruthless? This job is the only way for my mother's treatment," I looked away, fiercely fighting back tears.
"Then do as I say," he chuckled," I need to keep up my reputation in the media world. I promised them to finally declare my engagement. I want you to pretend to be my fiancee."
"I...I can't...," I stuttered.
"It's your job on the line," he tapped his foot impatiently, "It's not like we're going to hook up or something. You're not worth the dirt in my shoes too."
"You have a lot of pride," I murmured, "You don't deserve love."
He simply glared at me.
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I saw the flash of cameras as reporters with microphones swarmed around us.
I had a smile pasted on my face.
He was busy weaving tales about how we met each other and how we are like the most perfect couple ever.
The anger inside me was building up. I longed to say something dreadful and break the pretence of his well concocted story.
Suddenly to my utter surprise, he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss, his warm, hungry lips devouring mine.
I found myself yielding to him as he gave a surprisingly gentle trail of kisses down my neck.
I shivered. What was this sensation? My body was responding to him.
I looked into his eyes and found shock. His carefully guarded celebrity mask was falling apart and I got a glimpse of the vulnerability within.
He touched his lips once and looked at me, obviously confused. Did he feel the connection?
"Propose!" the crowd demanded.
He immediately dropped down on his knees, holding a solitaire ring.
He held my hand, deftly slipped the ring, his fingers lingering more than required.
The crowd cheered. I could see a dry smile replace his earlier glee.
He didn't leave my hand and I felt them shaking.
I unknowingly squeezed his hand, a sign of reassurance.
He looked at me wide-eyed.
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Finally the battery of press disappeared.
He turned towards me, still holding my hand.
"Cynthia... " he began.
"I know, the deal's over," I looked away.
"The deal just started," he winked, "Please give me a second chance at love, will you?"
