Pretend For Me

in the morning. I got out of bed and went along with my daily morning routine. T

and looked down at my silver wristwatch, which showed that I was always on time. Precise timing was essential for me. I'd never bee

eap rip-off novels written by amateurs who had just graduated from college. Now, I have my own company, but I decided to move to magazines. It took a long way to ge

and sipped my coffee. I sent a text with my phone on my hand. Amy, my assistant, is preparing the p

ve workaholic. Maybe it’s cause I wanted to distract myself. I liked feeling busy rath

in a wrinkled hot pink little dress from the night before. Her short blonde hair was a tangle on top of her head, like a bird's nest, and

rse… I roll

s flushed from being caught exiting a stranger's apartment, she flashed me a hesitant smile. Ethan's 'toys' hav

. The girl appeared to have just walked off the stage with her high sch

shame? She's a c

oncerned that he was practically naked. He stood casually against the doorframe, staring at the

s she wasn’t innocent,” he spoke the words cooly as if t

cing me with his devilish grin that made woman of all ages s

g my eyes, I came up with a scathing retort on the tip of my to

in a cute way. Like I genuinely wished he moved away. It migh

tonight are quiet. I'm having guests and I don't want them ea

am convinced he is part Satan’s child. With his intriguing blue-grey eyes, disheveled black hair that screamed sex, a brilliant pearl

that boy looked nice. It’s just every else that turns me off. The endless amount of girls he sleeps wi

nks he has a shot of getting with me? To be fair, he probably knows he has no shot. He’

tonight,” I say with a hi

litary salute. I walk away from him

ly just move

He called

an annoyed tone, no

ake!” He greeted

cknames. Cupcake? God. Coul