The Handsome Devil

Chapter 16 - Mission 2

As soon as Deya changed into the dress Dylan brought her and applied some make-up - to her best ability - the door to her room burst open.

Max.

The handsome devil stood in the doorway silently, straightforward checking her out. Suddenly, the girl felt self-conscious. Even though she checked herself in the mirror several times and didn't find anything wrong, she feared his probing eyes would disagree.

"Where's the ring?" He finally cut the silence. Deya simply raised her right hand, showing the sparkly diamond. What is so important about the ring?

Max just rolled his eyes: "Put it on your left ring finger"

Without a second thought, Deya followed his orders. It was then that she realised what exactly was so important about it. Why does he want me to pretend I'm married?

While her eyes were examining the ring, Max decided to approach her.

"Listen," Her head immediately snapped up upon hearing his voice so close. "Make sure you don't screw this one, otherwise we're back on with my original offer."

When she didn't reply, he leaned closer making their eyes levelled. "Did I make myself clear?"

Yeah, crystal. This mission better work out or I'll become the gang whore. Amazing.

While, internally, she moved to calling her tormentor diverse names, on the outside she just nodded curtly. It was time to start picking her fights carefully.

"Now get downstairs, Dylan's gonna explain everything to you on the way there." He ordered and turned to walk away.

"On the way where?" But she knew there won't be an answer. Well, at least not verbal, as Max simply sent her a murderous glare over his shoulder.

. . .

Deya found herself sitting in the back of a limousine. Yes, you heard it right. A freaking limousine. In a sense, the whole situation seemed hilarious to her. When she was a kid, she's always wanted to experience that. However, she would have never guessed it will happen when she's practically held captive by a gang.

Dylan was sitting on the seat right opposite to her, and she had to admit he cleaned up well. He was wearing a white polo and black suit, complemented by a pair of round glasses, giving him a smart look (top picture). She couldn't help but think they would look ridiculous on anyone except him. His dirty blond hair were a bit ruffled, as if seducing you to run your fingers through them. Right now, he looked nothing like a gangster.

"You done checking me out?" Her cheeks immediately flushed at his question. Was it that obvious?

"I wasn't--" She tried to talk herself out of it, but was quickly interrupted.

"It's alright, enjoy yourself." He sent her a playful wink, receiving an eye roll in response. "I am your husband for today, after all"

The last statement only confirmed what she already thought.

"Care to explain what is this role play all about?" She raised her eyebrows, however, the stern look in her chocolate eyes made it clear she's in no mood for jokes.

"Ok, Ok" Dylan sighed and raised his hands in defence. "We're going on a double date."

"A double date?" At this point, she was sure her ears must have malfunctioned.