Page 4 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

Her eyes soften as her breathing picks up. If I can convince her, I can convince anyone.

“Brock, I umm, wow, I had no idea,” she whispers.

I laugh. “See, easy. I can fake it, angel.”

“Oh right,” she rushes out, pulling away from me so quickly, my hands fall. “Yeah, that was good.”

“Exactly, so don’t overthink it. Just act like you want me and I’ll do the same. We just need to make it through the week. After the wedding is over, we’ll be over,” I say, waving the flight attendant over for another drink.

“You know that means you can’t flirt or sleep with anyone right?”

I chuckle as I wrap my arm around her. “Oh damn, my girl is the jealous type.”

She pushes my arm off, crossing her arms. “If you aren’t going to take this seriously, then just stop now. I’m not willing to start something like this and come out looking like a bigger fool than I did when Lake cheated. You need to be all in, or don’t even bother.”

I sigh and scrub my face. “I’m sorry. I was joking. I’m all in Willow. We both deserve to enjoy this week. My brother is getting married to your friend. We are going to celebrate that and we’ll do it together. There will be no flirting or sex with anyone but you. You have my word.”

“We’re not having sex,” she says.

“What? You know what I meant,” I reply, shaking my head.

“You said no flirting or sex with anyone but me.”

This might be a little harder than I thought it was going to be. She’s taking everything I say literally. “No flirting with other women, and no sex at all with anyone. Better?”

She shakes her head, turning it to look out the window. I sigh and pour each of us another drink that was dropped off. I toss mine back as her drink sits on the tray in front of her untouched.

“What Willow? What are you worried about now?”

I’m trying not to get annoyed, but I’ve come up with the perfect solution to both of our problems and she’s acting like I’ve done something wrong.

“No one is going to believe it unless we, ugh, unless we are sharing a room,” she whispers.

I nod, running my hand down my mouth. I never thought of that, but she’s right. “Okay, did you book a room yet?”

“Of course I did,” she says, annoyed.

“Well, I didn’t, so we’ll just stay in the room you booked. I’ll put it on my credit card.”

“You didn’t book a room? What was your plan when you got there?”

I shrug, grinning. “Hoping there would be one available, if not, shacking up with Callum, or Tripp.”

“You’re too much, Brock.”

Once again I drop my arm around her shoulders. “It’s all part of my charm.”

“You’ll sleep on the floor though, right?” she asks, glancing at me.

“Well, I’m not a dog, so no, but I will sleep on the couch.”

She giggles and I like that she appears to be coming out of the mood she was in. “If you mess this up, I’m making you sleep on the floor.”

I laugh. “This is going to be so much fun.”

The rest of the flight is pretty silent. I’m thinking about what a genius I am, but I’m sure she’s thinking about how I’m going to fuck it all up. She’s going to be very disappointed because I plan on giving the performance of a lifetime.

Once we land and enter the airport, we head to the baggage claim. I wrap my arm around her as we wait and she looks up at me.

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