𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑𝐆.| learning to love oliver org

Chapter Seven:

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I sat up the next day with a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth watching the news.

"Just yesterday, The well known billionaire Oliver Bourne was spotted at a french restaurant with his sweetheart?!" Said a lady with red hair and dark eyes.

I groaned taking another spoonful of chocolate icecream shoving it in my mouth.

"I'm glad Oliver doesn't stick to one race, a little chocolate is good for you" a black lady with kinky hair winked at the camera with devious smirk and her colleagues giggled.

"Oh she looks so in love" the man said, then proceeded to insert the picture of me looking in complete confusion at his smile.

"yea right" I said rolling my eyes

"They even kissed before she got out!" They inserted another picture when Oliver was whispering to me.

"The entire media is a LIE" I whined shoving another mouthful of ice-cream down my throat.

I jumped startled when my phone rang, dropping the spoon in the ice cream sub I saw it was my father.

"Hello"
"Hey! There's my moneymaker"
I scoffed
"Now sweetheart don't be like that, business has been great ever since yesterday! People want to know about us Celi"

Of course I was happy for my dad.. but he doesn't act the same anymore. That twinkle he had in his eyes when he saw me was gone. He only had that twinkle when money was involved.

"Cecilia are you there?" He called
"Yea dad"
"I love you princess"
"y-yea me too" I ended the call quickly falling back onto my pillows.

My door suddenly swung open and I snapped my head towards it, there in all his glory was Oliver.

"There's this thing that normal people do.. it's called knocking you should do it" I hissed throwing a pillow at his face, and frowning when he caught it with ease.

"Theres this thing called ownership and most people who own things don't ask to use them" he growled chucking it back at me.. and would you look at that it hit me straight in my face.

He's so...ugh

"Whatever, what do you want?"

"For you to be my girlfriend" he said blankly

I looked at him like he had fairy wings, who the freak does he think he is?! Dylan O'Brien? Ian Somerhalder? He's not cool enough to do that!

"Don't get your hopes up brat, I'm not attracted to you at all we just need to ride this out and break up in about five months"

My heart fell a little, was I ugly or something?

"Good, I'm not attracted to you either"

"Since you are my girlfriend" he said putting emphasis on girlfriend, "you cannot he seen in public with other guys got it?" he said sternly

"Hey! You can't tell me what to do!" He didn't answer as he walked out.

I huffed going to Netflix, Damon and Stefan were a necessity right about now. Not even an hour later Oliver comes bustin up in my room... AGAIN!

"FOR GOD SAKES OLIVER WHAT!" I growled pausing the show.

"Clothes on now" he said trying to walk out before I launched at him pulling him back his waistband since this man doesn't believe in shirts.

He turned slightly, "I'm not going anywhere you don't tell me what to do Bourne"

He shrugged, "you'll go regardless, no matter what your wearing it's your first impression-" He turned around leaning really close to my face.

"Kensington" he whispered walking out closing the door behind him.

HOLY CRAP THAT WAS HOT! I was stuck just standing there staring at the door with hot cheeks.

I mumbled profanities going to my closet grabbing some white jeans, and pastel pink crop top. My butt looked really great in these jeans for some odd reason, it fit every curve and bump I had.

Haz ordered me these from some weird site called fashion-over ? Or something like that I really don't remember the name. I slid on my holographic PINK slides walking to the bathroom mirror.

I decided on pulling my hair in a high puff with two coils dangling by my ear, spritzing on some coconut oil for moisturizer, I put on some pearls and walked outside of my room.

I stood at Oliver's door watching him adjust his shirt in the mirror. He looked good to be completely honest even though I didn't like him at times.

He wore a navy camouflage shirt with khaki pants and white huaraches. He turned around to see me in the door and he stared at me for a minute with that same bland expression.

What was this guy a sociopath? I rolled my eyes when he walked straight past me, I get we have this odd I don't like you sometimes relationship thing going on but whatever.

"Where are we going?" He didn't answer me again as he just started the car pulling off.
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Uh.. first of all they're getting somewhere fake boyfriend and girlfriend? You likey😭? No? Ok

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