Four Months

Four Months

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He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Alright, deal, whatever you want.. but how long are we looking at?" "Four months. It's half of eight and eight is a reasonable number from twelve, because twelve months is a long time. And ooh, I read on a post once that after liking someone for four months you either fall inlove or stop liking them.. all from various reasons... but that doesn't actually apply to us because we are friends..." I looked up at him, as I removed his arms from my waist and set them down by his side. He smirked at me. "Four months it is."
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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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