chapter 18

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Ashers Pov

I cannot believe that Tessa and I almost kissed yesterday! Did I even wanna kiss her? Maybe. I'm heading to grandpas house because he said he needed to see me and it was urgent. I wonder what's that about.

I open and door and I call out for him and I see my grandma. I've always been her favorite. She just hasn't admit that yet.
"Darling how are you? My you are getting old I miss when you were little." she smiles and kisses me.
"Im doing good grandma. Grandpa needed me over I don't know why. Is he in his office?" I ask
"Well where else would he be." she says and motions me to his office. Once i'm there I open the door and I see Cynthia?!? What the hell is she doing here? I mean no offense but I didn't know she knew Nathan?
"Asher come and sit please." he says to me
I smile at Cynthia before sitting down
"Now you both may be wondering why I brought you both here today."
No Shit.
"For publicity matters, I want you guys to fake date. In the outside world you hold hands, maybe kiss and go to events with each other and such and no one can know about this."
I almost choke on my saliva.
"Excuse my language grandpa but what the hell would we both gain out of this?"
"Well you get to keep the company and Cynthia needs help paying off some student debt. So I made you guys a contract." he then pulls out a contract.
Cynthia and I both sit in silence
What the Fuck how is this happening right now?
"Grandpa you can't just demand me to sign a contract to fake a relationship with someone I barley know?" I say with my voice getting higher.
"Oh you can and you will. Now sign the piece of paper and bye to your career Asher."
"What the Fuck grandpa i'm not one of your business partners and I can't believe you're going along with this." I say looking at Cynthia who looks towards the ground.
"I'm not signing the stupid contract." I say getting up
"You will." Nathan says getting up
"Or what?" I say challenging him
"Or I will take away your position and I can promise you, you won't ever be able to get a job in New York again."
Is he ducking serious?
I stand and look at him for a moment.
"Give me a pen."

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