Why Don't We Imagines

• Corbyn • (pt2)

"Nice seeing you again, Sierra" Corbyn nods, standing, leaning against a Ferrari.

"Nice car, My dads reaction when you called was priceless, Him and Louie are very excited for decorating" I look at my watch, it's just over 7

"Please, get in" He opens the car door like a gentleman. I get in and he closes the door. It was so low down i don't even know how he seen over the wheel. He gets into the drivers seat and revs the engine, it was a lot louder then the benz.

"Okay wow" I put my belt on. He chuckles a little and connects his phone, playing faint music.

I haven't eaten since Yesterday morning, My stomach made that very noticeable. It kept making rumbling sounds every 5 seconds. And they were loud.

"Are you hungry? We can stop to get some food" He slows down his driving a little bit.

"I forgot my purse at my house." I look down. I mean it's not like i have money anyways.

"Oh that's okay, I'll take you to my favorite cafe" He smiles, Speeding up again.

We talked a little about what i wanted, i just said a bagel.

He also said Cafe, i thought it would be a small little cafe but nope. This cafe was massive and full off people.

"We can go in or we can eat in here, it's up to you" He takes his belt off.

Cue my Anxiety.

"Definitely eat in here" I crack my knuckles. He nods and gets out, leaving me in the car.

I was just looking around, it must be nice living such a fancy life.

not even 10 minutes later he walks back with two paper bags. He gets in and hands me one bag.

"So, Sierra... Tell me a bit about yourself" He opens up a french toast with avacado splattered on the top.

"Ask a question and i'll answer" I take a bit from this bagel. Never in my life have i ever tasted something so amazing.

"How many siblings?" He slurps from a smoothie.

"1 and his names Louie, He's 17 and attempting to get into a university" I look around his face. "And you?"

"2, Ashley and Jordan. What are your parents job?" He bites on the inside off his lips before taking another bite off tre toast.

"My dad works part time with my uncle at a car wash service, but mainly as a painter or decorator, he's also really handy in fixing stuff" I nod my head slightly.

"And your mother?" He turns the music off.

"She's a drug addict. I don't know we don't really talk about her and she's never with us. for all we know she could be dead" I rub my lips together. He felt remorse, i could see it in his face.

"I'm sorry" he looks down, "My mother and father split too, Still in contact with the both of them though"

"Good for you, keep on to that" I take a sip from the water he got me.

"So, Sierra" He clears his throat. "We should talk"

"I thought that's what we were doing" I giggle a little bit.

"No, like... About a job i'm offering for you" He puts his empty french toast tray back into the brown bag.

"I'm listening" I mirror him, keeping the water out.

"So clearly you have not got a clue who i am" He chuckles a little bit.

I was kind of confused and a little scared, although i was completely comfortable.

"So you're telling me you're not just a random dude that got me fired?" I tilt my head to the side

He chuckles but remains serious "I'm a celebrity"

Sorry what

"Funny joke" I sip from the water bottle again.

"Dead serious" he shows me his instagram, holy shit. Over a 100m followers.

"Well damn, okay then." I look down. i was astonished and he could notice that.

Then it hit me. He needs an assistant.

"Let me guess, You need an assistant?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Well... a girlfriend" He says quietly.

"Excuse me" I shuffle back in my seat.

"I've been single for the past couple months now, it's bad for my name... Would you be interested in being my fake girlfriend... Or real girlfriend." He shakes his head. "Pretend to be my girlfriend... You know what i mean"

"I'll help out with your family, help out with your brother getting into University. And well... a pretty girl like you deserves something remotely nice" He cannot be serious.

"Okay funny prank, Where's the cameras?" I look out the window.

"Sierra" He rubs his lips together.

"I'm being 100% serious. It's just until things calm down with me and management, All we need to do is be seen in public, do photoshoots, meet fans of mine." He was going to carry on listing things but i cut him off

"My anxiety sucks" I'm considering doing this.

"Anxiety pills?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Can't really afford to go to the doctors right now" I cross my arms over my chest.

i need the money to help with my brother, my father. It'll give them a good chance of being more than just... poor.

And all i need to do is put a fake smile on and act like i'm in love.

"Sierra" He snaps just fingers in front of my face.

"Still let my father decorate your house." I look him deep in the eyes.

"Done, you can even get him to decorate your own room" He winks, smiling.

"Sorry" I didn't what that right.

"Sierra, we can't be together and not live together. I'm an a-list celebrity. There's a lot of thing we have to go through if we're actually going to do this" He sighs through his nose.

"Why me?" I look at him. "Like why not someone prettier, or had a clue who you were. I know nothing about you"

"Well, i've did this before 2 times. Except it was more like... I pay you, you act like my girlfriend and we fuck every now and then but-"

"Sugar daddy?" I snigger. No.

"Basically yeah, But then they all get way too attached to the money, make a big deal off it when i want to end it, like really psychotic or something. They've all been aware of my status" He starts his engine up.

"You gave off different vibes, Why do you think you got fired so quickly on the spot. everybody in that store knew who i was but you stood out. I'm sorry for knocking the display down" He starts driving on the highway.

"Then you helped with my bags and everything and i seen your scuffed shoes, knew you weren't from round here. Then when you typed your address downtown i figured we could use each other." He turns off down a little side road.

"Is their conditions to this agreement?" I don't even want the money. I just want my family to be financially stable. I can act like his girlfriend in return for him to help with my family's finance status.

"Yeah, but we'll talk about that in the house. But if we do do this, Sierra. Nobody can know that it's fake, nobody at all" He makes that clear of all things. Of course i wouldn't tell people it's fake.

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This is the idea for the new Corbyn book i'm drafting!!

I hope to upload it soon.

It's pretty self explanatory what the book is on.

Sierra, (The girl) Is basically broke and meets Corbyn (a millionaire) who pays her to act like his girlfriend, However past relationships and old friends pop into the picture to ruin it.