Fake date

LOLA

My heart shredded to pieces when I saw those two standing there smiling at the camera. I will believe it, Jeff was the same person building a hospital for Leah. While he never stopped telling me how much he hated working ladies , he said I was special to him, he was the only one who really cared for me.

But it turned out everything was a charade from the start. They must have been in this together. I was made to flee the scene but something Mr arrogant said made me rethink. He was wrong. No lady deserves to be treated this way. It would be unlike me to just leave this way, recalling how I escaped from the house just to share this day with him even at the risk of being disowned by my father, and this is what I get.

I made my way back to them. He was yet to see me, but when he finally did he flinched, but that was only for a moment before I pounced on him, giving no f**k about the consequences. Earlier, I refused to attend Leah's engagement for fear that I would end up bringing her misfortune and ruining her day, yet I'm doing just that but she brought it upon herself. When I was done venting, I realized I wouldn't be able to make it out in one piece. Dad will probably chop off my legs tonight or Mr Jones will come after my head. This was not the headline they hoped for. I had no choice but to put on an act. I burst into tears with my hand on my mouth. Fortunately, most of my audience are women. I don't need to shed more light, I just know that my name will be known to all after tonight if the two families didn't take the news down before it came to light.

I headed to the car. I tried opening it but someone did before I could. " You should stop crying and pay them back in their own coins. " Mr. Arrogant said. I realized that I was safe. I raised my head. Crying for dickheads was never my thing. Jeff should be happy we are in a public place. If not, I would have really enjoyed making him impotent.

" You are not crying?" He asked in disbelief, but that is not what I'm after, he just said something very funny. Pay Jeffrey Jones back with his own coin, a coin I can never lay my hands on. I'm sure my funeral talk is already being prepared at home. I only came back to this country to pursue my career. Who would have thought I would end up like this?

" How?" I snapped, flinging my hands in frustration, listing what Leah had achieved at such a young age while I was struggling to enter the entertainment industry.

" Take my hand and I will make your dreams come true. " He said, smiling, taking his hand. The last time I did something bad happened he may even end up being the next Jeff. I shifted to the edge of the car, making sure enough space was between us.

" Two hundred thousand dollars to be my date tonight." 

" Huh" I stared at him, but he maintained a straight face. I started laughing. He must be a comedian trying to make me forget what happened tonight. I truly appreciated his efforts, but he seemed serious. " Who do you think you are stupid , Torak Donovan, or Ryan Donovan?. " I mean only these two men can squander money the way they like, but that is understandable. I've got the cash.

Instead of replying, he proceeded to fill me in with details about his girlfriend and father. Thanks to this, I realized that I was sitting in the same car with the god of wealth. Trust me, I couldn't handle the shock.

" You're Torak Donova...?"

" Yeah" he cut me short quickly before I could finish my question. I took a deep breath trying to control myself from pouncing on him. This guy here is the King of all a**holes, the most notorious player whose sex life is on every social media platform, the only man who's not a celebrity but has more followers than most of the celebrities in the country. Even his brother Ryan, who is a top celebrity, doesn't have the amount of followers this person has.

No one knew what Torak Donovan actually looked like except those ladies who had been in contact with him.

" You want me to help you deceive your father?" I asked to be sure I was not hearing things.

He nodded casually in response.

OK, things are just getting messy and interesting even though the amount is very tempting, but I'm not a headless chicken who will jump into its own grave. We are talking about the ruthless head of Donovan's family here.

" So?" He asked nonchalantly, without even a slight remorse.

" Don't you feel it isn't right and I can't even get rid of the image of your girlfriend tormenting me both in reality and in my sleep for impersonating her on the night she was supposed to impress your father with her charms" he stared at me with a blank expression on his handsome face before bursting into laughter. He laughed so much that tears escaped from his eyes.

" Seriously?" He laughed, "Are you an actress?" I cast him a deadpanned glare, retorting" I do the singing, not acting."

" Figures," he muttered.

" I'm being serious here Mr Torak, how do you think your father will feel when he finds out you lied to him? " I asked him and he went silent, probably reflecting on the mistake he was making. He moved closer to me, placed a hand on my shoulder, pulled me closer to himself and whispered in my ears " my old man, my problem, so are you in or out?" I stared at his face for a while, confused about what to do.

Did he really mean it when he said he would help me get back at Jeff? But from what I heard about him, this guy was no different from them. Moreover, I don't think there won't be any consequences after lying to Rodolfo Donovan. The old man may probably come after me behind his son's back.

I can't believe I thought him to be my Messiah when he had already dug up my grave, it was as if he helped me out of a hot pan only to push me into a burning oven.

" Why?" I asked, gulping nervously.

" What?" He murmured with a confused expression.

" Why do you want to help me?" I asked, clearly knowing his reply would determine if I would embark on this adventure with him. He took my hand in his and that strange feeling ran down my spine again, but he kept smiling harmlessly, " I hate guys who make pretty ladies cry." I hurriedly jerked my hands off his in disbelief. Dear God, where's the shame? Because this guy doesn't have one.

He smiled like a devil looking at his now empty hand.

" Do you know you are no different from them? Seriously, "I scoffed, " how did you feel making that statement because apparently you are their f**king, King. "

" Wrong, you are mistaken, wonder woman. I never went after any of my women, they came to me on their own accord. I'm the victim here, since I don't know how to say no and have them cry. " I opened and closed my mouth like a golden fish, as ridiculous as he sounds. He was right. Those ladies went after him to get firm, but the way he said it was as if he was the Messiah. Torak Donovan might be a player and all that, but he's a smart ass who has never been beaten in his own game.

He must be playing with me, maybe a test, but why is he testing me? Did he think I was going to chicken out of the deal or expect a romantic relationship with him? No way! His way out of my league and totally not my type of guy. The bad boy and players are the bones of my life. I go for the good guys.

" In" I replied to him and he smiled once more. I wonder if his cheek doesn't hurt. Those smiles never reached his eyes, it was as if he was being conscious of something I didn't know, his stupid smile made it difficult to see through him.

Now I prefer his previous grim, grumpy side of him. He was probably angry then and wanted me out of his car.

" I was in a bad mood, that was why I was rude to you earlier, sorry for that, you just made a great decision, deal? " He said, stretching out his hand for a handshake. I looked at his outstretched hand alarmingly.

If it was not that he's also a human, I would have said he read my thoughts, but I guess that's impossible. I stared at him suspiciously for a while . " Deal then, but I think we should keep our hands to ourselves," I remarked, giving him a fake relaxed smile. I can't let him know that I'm nervous and stricken right now.

" Since we're all done, let's go then." I said, signaling his chauffeur to drive to the intended destination, but the look on his face said otherwise.

" What? "I asked, not uncomfortable with the look he was giving me.

He arched his brow," do you really plan to follow me dressed like this? " He asked, pointing at my clothes like they were some pieces of rags.

I looked down at myself, examining my dress to know whether I wore it wrongly or maybe it tore somewhere when I was ministering to Jeff, but I couldn't find any problem with it. Blinking innocently, I asked what was wrong with my clothes? ".

He scoffed irritably." Your dressing alone is enough to sell us out, my father doesn't even need to guess if you are Tasha or not, because my girlfriends are all fashionistas and my dad is aware of this fact. I don't date girls who dress in shab... "

" Shabbily? "I said to him and I saw his eyes soften.

" I didn't mean it that way, Lola, I just wanted to.."he tried, explaining remorsefully.

" I know," I said, giving him a fake smile. 

" So what do you have in mind?" I changed the topic, trying to ease the awkward tension in the car and, thankfully, he played along smiling, he said.

" Transform you from head to toe."

Nervously rubbing my hands together, I said, 

"I can't wait to see what happens then. "