No Contact

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"If this is going to work, you can't have any contact with Finn unless I allow it" the tall man in dark sunglasses informed Olive

I was standing up as they sat on the couch next to each other, they've been going over the rules for a half hour now.

"But what if it's an emergency!" She shots

"And what if Charles finds out?" He asks back quickly

She pouted and crossed her arms,

"And remember, you will be getting the money as soon as the month is over," he reminded me

Rents due at the end of each month so that shouldn't be a problem.

"Finn, any questions?" He asks and we all turn to look at him

He looked so nervous,

"Uh, when do I move in?" He asked in more of a questionable tone

"Excellent question, and the answer is right now, so say your goodbyes Olive" he told them

I rolled my eyes as she cried and clutched him as if he were leaving forever. Oh boo hoo she has to go back to a doting husband with millions of dollars without seeing her side piece. How tragic.

// At Rachels House //
I had my arms crossed as Finn walked in. Thank god it's empty but I just might have to keep Blaine and Santana away from here as long as possible if I even can.

"Here's where you'll be sleeping and everything is within view so, sorry it's not a fancy mansion but since you are staying her because you're a home wrecker, I think it'll do"
I smile while patting the couch

"If you hate me so much, why are you even doing this?" He asked me

I tuned to get a pillow and sighed out,

"Because unlike you, I don't have money pouring left and right and I would love to keep living here" I elaborate "plus I don't have to actually like you, just pretend I do and ruin my life in the process" I say while shoving a pillow at him

He didn't say anything as I walked away and entered my room. My life is such a mess. I don't even know if I'm ever going to become a Broadway actress and I hate it. I also hate that this is where I am in life, starting a fake relationship with a celebrity home wrecker.

God I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass later.

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