My Fake Relationship Read Online Free Page A

his voice. “I’m coming to pick you up about 7 tomorrow, so be ready,” he said sternly; like a father.
    “And what if I’m not?” I challenged.
    He seemed shocked to hear me say that.
    “Do you really want to know?” he threatened. His voice was so calm and seductive. I decided I didn’t.
    “Whatever bye.”
    “Wear something good tomorrow, OK?”
    I almost gasped again. I glared at the wall ahead of me.
    “I’ll wear what I freaking want to!” I yelled and hung up. I shook my head biting my lip. What is so wrong with my clothes?! I looked down at my pants and stood up. I went to my full length mirror and saw the baggy jeans sliding off my hips. The shirt I had had paint splotches on it. Maybe I do need to get some more clothes. I thought of Grant and Kendra together today. I narrowed my eyes and grabbed my keys and my parent’s credit card and left for the mall.
     
    I got a lady from my favorite shop to help me pick out some good clothes for my body type. She had said I was the perfect shape for this pretty short red and white polka-a-dot summer dress. I think I fell in love with it before I even put it on. They only had one in stock.
    “Oh my gosh! It’s perfect! I knew it would fit you! And it’s the last one.”
    I twirled in the mirror looking like a model. I hate my baggy jeans. I smiled.
    “I’ll take it.” The lady picked out millions of jeans and basically tore off my other jeans I had been wearing. She picked out a whole bunch of tight pretty and skimpy shirts. I knew my clothes in my closet were going to be thrown away for my new clothes. These were better. I hated wearing clothes like this but now I didn’t care. I wanted to impress Grant and make him want me back. He is going want me back for sure. Once he sees me in that red dress….he is totally mine! I looked in the mirror. I was going to look like a sexy Olivia Taylor tomorrow.
     
    I heard the car door shut and I raced across the room to look out the window. Zane walked up to the door wearing his famous black leather jacket; his hair messy, in a good way. The doorbell rang. I grinned as I grabbed my new purse, put on my Aviator sunglasses and headed down the stairs. I almost tripped with the black boots I was wearing. I took a deep breath then opened up the door. Zane was looking at something but quickly averted his eyes on me. I stood looking sexy by the door. His blue eyes were wide and he looked over me a couple times.
    “Olivia?” he asked.
    I smirked and put on my sunglasses.
    “Yes?” I asked, my voice higher pitched, more girlie. I decided on wearing tight black jeans and a red strapless shirt with a big bow on my breast, plus a pair of high black boots.
    His eyes were wider than I have ever seen.
    “Damn, Taylor!” he said as I moved past him.
    “Eat your heart out,” I said and put down my sunglasses.
    I heard him laugh and ran after me. He grabbed my waist before I could get in the car and pushed me up against it.
    I gasped. “Get off me!”
    He looked down on me; his hands still on my waist. He was about two inches taller than me, maybe less so we were almost at eye level. He looked up in my eyes. He wiggled his eyebrows.
    “You’re looking hot today. I’ve done well.”
    I rolled my eyes but they were wasted on him since I had sunglasses on. His leg moved between my legs and my breath caught.
    “Now if we can get you going….” I pushed him back and he laughed. “Kidding!” he said putting his hands up.
    “Whatever! Let’s just go, so we can get this over with.” I got in his car and then he got in. Zane kept looking at me as we drove. We got to the parking lot and everyone was going inside. We both got out and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. Zane came around to me and sighed.
    “You’re right. I can’t believe we are doing this,” he mumbled.
    I nodded. I reached to grab his hand but he jerked it away.
    “Give me your damn hand!” I muttered as people started to see us.
    He rolled