Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer

the table in the restaurant. Hands folded across her

n we have to give them something. Something that'll get them off our backs.

r families have set both of

er is intent on seeing him get married before she leaves this world as she puts it. Anyone would th

bout Electra, he was certain she w

pretend to be a couple for the oldies?" El

, but we both know that that's all it is; an act with

ion. "What's the catch

ace." There's more, b

brows grow

asks, incredulity

h random bimbos sticking their overly done makeup up my face? Wel

. She tries to hide the ang

u want this bimbo to

just as much don't like me." He says remembe

air that day and instead of meeting h

snapped at her, asking her to go call the mechanic. What he did not know was

look that questioned her skill at

n of her capabilities. She hates it w

ound out later that evening that s

nice meal, barely touched and hot exchange of

d, they ended up spending more than the one hour the date was suppo

y through any date, cussing and listing

t home late and went straight to bed, not uttering

t Electra. Something he had never done. His grandmother was ple

a good enough reason to se

sips from it to quench the drynes

fine with me. You won't wake up one m

. Anders' words sound like

him, eyeing him and refuting any p

ly my

till irritated at the tho

as he reads

g to be with me. I'm rich and I'm hot." He sa

ght. A hot piece of shit

did yo

long is this- act

ders says no

" Electr

peace. No blind dates.

m, still angered by his

a finger to her as though t

After one year, we'll come up with a good excuse for a break

posal. As much as she hated the idea,

ye

d excuse to escape her father's dottingness and live t

y. D

ays as he picks up his fork, ready to

this date." He s

a looks him squarely in the eyes.

rrogant smirk lifts th

e you." His eyes trail her outfit in disapproval ju

s lik

"I mean who wears slacks, chiffon sleeves, a pair of fla

description of her outfit is. He d

d over her. "I like my wom

oesn't reach her eyes. It's the best she could do to hide her hur

ectra counts herself a part of the male gender. She dresses and behaves like one. She doesn't kn

very little to your imagination. All smiling and blushes over ev

s' pa

er head at h

nd continues to chew.

y what I meant. Yo

ad I'm not so feminine for you. That's defin

y and cuts angrily into

ork and throws his

first lovers quarrel."

not lo

ry pretend-girlfriend." He

is all an act." Her ir

to speak, he bobs hi

lationship." He adds

e and Anders finds it entertaining. Very entertaining. Most

tra's offer to split the bill. She lo

ht, pumpkin?" He asks as he

mp

and looks away. H

you." He

." Stubbornness gr

ys gonna go against me." He half-smiles.

in his eyes ti

alling

n?" He raised

ce. She didn't want to argue with hi

ant, Anders leads her to his car

ed short boxed beard. A sharp strong nose that seems to have been broken a time or two. T

his phone. She takes one step

s her assess

chest stretches the fabric of the black suit

s soon as he finish

with a striking gre

again, talking lon

hand

ain of her thoughts. She shouldn't be feeding hi

. We'll have to attend." He say

W

her with a

friend." He

d sounds strange to

ficial outing as a couple and y

ment?"

e good girlfriend. Would I alwa

isses. "What kind

length of her. "I'll send you a dress... No arguments.

ng of her purse tightly over her shou

t of a black, sle

's jaw

you?" S

sn't r

m just as he press

are y

"I'm your

. The mechanic in her kicks off, accessing t

n." He

w her excitement,

Electra. Just how it loves i

xt turn." Sh

lding ahead and she

windshield at the h

. "Yes." Her voice came out

he blinds on on

nce." He says, his hands worki

eed to. Her cousins are standin

rassment. Electra has always see

let's give t

s in and crush her lips