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♡A Lucky Turn Of Events|Part Four♡

"I can't believe you did that!" you exclaimed as you walked into your apartment, Michael close behind. He shut the door behind him as you turned around to face the man. "We were supposed to pretend only for tonight before you told them the truth - and now we're getting married?!"

Bill was waiting in the car outside as you spoke to Michael.

"Listen, I'm sorry!" he groaned a little. "But my mom practically wants me to date Brooke - and that's not what I want. If I confess that I'm single - mother will not let me hear the end of it," he ran his fingers through his curls. "She's been trying to get me to date Brooke for years,"

"And you think lying is the way to get out of the situation?" you scoffed, folding your arms.

"No," he shook his head. "But as long as you're pretending to be with me - mother will have to give it a rest,"

"So now we have a reason to lie!" you clapped your hands. "Before, we were just doing it because you didn't have the energy to tell the damn truth," you laughed a little. "And now, we're trying to get your mother to stop going on about Brooke," you shook your head. "Amazing," your words were thickly laced with sarcasm.

"(Y/N), just trust me," he took a step forward, moving closer to you. "Please, just...play along," he breathed. "And when the time is right, I'll tell the truth,"

"You need to promise that you'll do so," you narrowed your eyes at the man.

"I promise," he held his hands up. "I promise,"

•⊱♡⊰•

After Michael had left, you were all alone in your apartment. The night was cold, and it was quite windy outside. You were in the living room, closing the windows and drawing the curtains.

All of a sudden, the telephone began to ring - making you jump slightly. A groan escaped your lips as you walked over to the device - picking up the receiver.

"Hello?" you spoke.

"Girl!" Mia's voice made your eyes widen slightly. "It's Mia!"

"Hey, Mia," you laughed a little.

"Damn, you sound tired. Is everything okay?"

"Well...yes," you bit your lip. "I just got back from dinner with Michael's family,"

"Aw, yeah you-" she stopped mid sentence. "Wait...what?! Are you talking about Michael Jackson?!" she squealed.

"Yes," you couldn't stop yourself from grinning.

"Oh my God! He took you to meet his family?! But the both of you barely know each other!"

"Agh, it's a long story," you shook your head. "A really long story,"

"Oh my God...I can't believe that this is happening!"

"Mia, I'd love to chat - but I'm incredibly tired and all I want to do is sleep. Can we talk another time?"

"Of course, girl! Take care, and rest well," she chirped before disconnecting the call.

With that, you stood up and walked toward the staircase - ascending it quickly. You were tired, and you were drained. All you wanted to do was collapse onto your large bed.