If i could tell her.

If i could tell her.

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[FICTION ROMANCE] His eyes stared into mine. "That depends..."His voice was husky. "Well sure,If you ever had chance on a girl sir"I grinned. "Im sure,That we can make some...changes,If that is more soothing,Miss Lake"He brought out his hand. "So What did i miss?"I shook it. ~~~~~~~~~ Eliza Lake,Blonde,Beautiful,Independent,Fighter,She has 4 brothers, Tyler Hades,Millionaire,Handsome,Player,The son of a mafia leader, These two opposites are childhood friends,What happens when the two have to fake a relationship for the sake of there families. They fake they're love for each other,Diclining the truth they had.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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