Four Week Fiance(8)

By: J. S. Cooper & Helen Cooper



“A friend?” I frowned.

“Yeah, her name is Barbie.”

“No, it is not.” I groaned into the phone and tried to ignore the swell of disappointment that rose up in me as I threw the bikinis down onto the floor. What was the point of me trying to seduce him if he was bringing another girl up?

“Yeah, it is.” He laughed. “And she calls me Ken.”

“Are you joking? Why is she calling you Ken?”

“I kind of told her my name was Ken when I picked her up at the bar two nights ago.”

“Oh, my God,” I groaned into the phone, flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes. “Please tell me that is a bad joke. She did not actually believe you?”

“Of course she believed me.” He laughed. “So, just let Sally know, I’m Ken for the weekend.”

“What are you going to tell my parents?”

“Oh, Cody told me that they couldn’t make it. He didn’t tell you?”

“No.” I sighed. “No one told me anything.” I rolled over on my side. “Not my parents and not Cody. So you’re telling me that this year the family get-together is going to be me, Sally, Barbie and you?”

“You got it.” He laughed. “And Cody will be there tomorrow morning.”

“Great, that’s just great.”

“I think your dad wanted to take care of some business stuff and your mom wanted to take your Nonno to get some new sheets or something.”

“I’m glad my family let you know what was going on before they told me anything,” I said, feeling annoyed. I hated that they never bothered to let me know anything, like I was still some kid or something.

“Don’t pout, Mila. You know it doesn’t suit you.”

“Thanks for nothing.” I stuck my tongue out at the phone.

“Anyway, go call Sally and then call me back to confirm the time.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I like that,” he drawled.

“You like what?”

“When you call me sir.” He laughed. “I could get used to it.”

“I’m sure you could.” I paused. “But I guess you’ll just have to get Barbie to call you that.”

“Don’t worry, Mila. You’ll have a guy to call sir soon.”

“I already have a guy,” I lied, slightly annoyed at his comment.

“What?” His voice changed and suddenly became brusque. “What guy?”

“Just a guy I’m dating.”

“You never mentioned him before,” he said sharply.

“Well, it’s a new relationship.”

“Hmmm.” He paused. “I hope he’s not another loser who borrows money from you and doesn’t repay it.”

“He’s going to pay me back,” I protested, though we both knew that wasn’t true. I couldn’t even remember the guy’s full name.

“And try not to date another guy who dresses up in women’s clothing. That’s usually a sign that he’s not that interested in you.”

“That’s not fair,” I protested, groaning as he reminded me of Richard, the last guy I’d dated. The one who was more interested in my wardrobe than me.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t want to date another loser.”

“Do you have someone better for me?” My voice was shrill as he continued teasing me.

“I may.” He paused. “I just may.”

“I’m going to go call Sally now,” I said, changing the subject abruptly, not wanting him to try and hook me up with another guy.

“You do that, Mila.” And with that, he hung up.

I sighed and lay back on the bed, frustrated and excited at the same time. This is how it always went with TJ; we had a little flirting, a little bickering, and ultimately it ended up with a whole heap of nothing. And now he was dating some perfect girl called Barbie, who probably gave him head every night, and I was still single—but now having to pretend that I had a boyfriend. I groaned as I closed my eyes and pictured TJ’s handsome face in my mind. Ugh, it was so frustrating. I just wanted him to give me a real chance, but I knew it was never going to happen unless I made a go of it. I sat up and grinned as I realized that my parents not coming might not be such a bad thing after all.

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