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My eyes bulge when I see him shirtless.
Wyatt Scott is a fine specimen. Tan skin with at least a six-pack, if not more. That sandy brown hair is a little long, curling at the ends as it falls on his forehead. It’s no wonder women chase after this guy. He is a total catch.
A total catch indeed, and right now, he is mine.
Fake mine.
This is a terrible idea. This is going to blow up in my face. I know it.
“Listen,” Wyatt says, turning to me as he puts a new shirt on. “I know this wasn’t on your bingo card, but the damage is done. If you walk out of here now, they will know we lied. Look at it this way, no one will say shit about you and Kyle now because they will be focused on you and me.”
There is a hint of pride in his facial expression. Which begs the question…
“What’s in this for you? I mean, I know why I agreed to it. I let pettiness get the best of me. I wanted Kyle to see that I could move on too. What is it doing for you?”
He leans against his dresser, crossing his arms. “A guy can’t want to do something nice for a pretty girl?”
I narrow my eyes on him. “Not when the guy is arguably one of the most popular people on campus. What’s your angle?”
He sighs. “It’s my senior year. Since freshman year I have had girls throwing themselves at me. They are always trying to get me to break my no dating rule for them. I’m tired of it. I want to enjoy my senior year, and the only way to do that is to back off the vultures. That’s where you come in. You pretend to be mygirl, and at least a portion of them will back off. It will give me some breathing room.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Really? That’s it?”
“Well, I won’t lie. I like seeing how pissed off your douchebag of an ex was too. He treated you like shit. I want to see him regret ever letting you go.”
That shocks me. I had no idea he even knew who I was.
“How do you know how he treated me?” I swallow hard, not sure I want to know the answer.
He studies me a moment, then smiles. “Honey, girls don’t cry the way you did out there because they were treated right. I hope you are smarter than most, though. Three out of four would end up right back in his bed even with his despicable actions.”
I relax a little, realizing I was reading more into his words than I thought. There is no way he knew who I was before today. Sure, I was dating Kyle, but we didn’t run in the same circles. It would be like Kellan and his girlfriend. I know he is dating someone, but I have no idea who she is.
Feeling a little settled, I evaluate his reasonings. If he is being honest, it wouldn’t hurt to fake date him for a bit. It would help keep women off of him while giving me some peace to mourn the relationship I thought I had.
“No worries there. I don’t forgive easily when it comes to betrayal. He might not have cheated, but it felt the same when he cuddled up to the girl moments after our breakup. Now he’s here with her? Yeah, he’s dead to me,” I inform him.
“Good. Now go change. It’s time for bed.”
The music is still pumping downstairs, but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Taking the hint, I head into the bathroom. I take my time getting changed, folding my clothes, and setting them on the counter for the morning. When I step back into the room, Wyatt is already in bed, under the covers.
I send up a quick thank you to the lord for the fact that he must have a king-sized bed. It looks like it will easily fit the two of us with room to spare.
“You stay on your side of the bed,” I warn him.
He chuckles as I slip under the covers. “Sure thing, my darling girlfriend. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I shoot a quick text to Will letting him know I am staying at a friend’s house before I set my phone on Wyatt’s nightstand and keep my back to him.
I have no idea how I am going to fall asleep next to him, but I’m damn sure going to try.
I’ve been awake for an hour, but I don’t dare move. Even when my bladder is begging me to.
Why won’t I move?
It has everything to do with the beautiful blonde-haired beauty lying across my chest.
I smile as I look down at the top of her head. She is snoring softly, but it’s not annoying. No, it’s adorable. Everything about this girl calls to me. The way she looked so frightened last night when she thought I hadn’t noticed her before tonight.
