Page 19 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
“Jake, I’m seeing someone.” The words rush out of my mouth as though I can’t say them fast enough. Okay, that wasn’t part of the plan. Don’t panic. Stay calm.
“Verena… You don’t have to make up excuses.”
“I’m not. Jake, I have a boyfriend.”
His eyes remain on me, seeing straight through my lie. Yeah… this is awkward. “Verena, if you want to be immature about this—”
“I’m not the one being immature.” Right at this very moment, I spot Adrian, sitting by himself at a table. I swear my hand rises on its own accord, and before I know it, I’m pointing in his direction. “My boyfriend is right over there.”
Shit. What am I doing?
Adrian sees the three of us looking his way and his eyebrows draw together. I plaster a smile across my face. The next thing I know, he’s walking toward us.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Verena,” he says, then looks at Jake and Her, waiting for an introduction.
I discard my food on the table and rest a hand on Adrian’s shoulder. “Adrian, honey, this is Jake.”
Adrian’s gaze darts back to me. I send him silent messages with my eyes topleaseplay along. Whether he receives the message or not, his face straightens, and his tone turns territorial. “Jake? As in, cheating-Jake?”
Facepalm. This can’t be happening.
“This isn’t going to be weird, is it?” Jake asks him. “Verena and I are on good terms.”
“I’m Hannah.”Shebats her lashes at Adrian and extends a hand for him to shake. What the fuck is this girl’s game? She’s trying to steal my fake boyfriend now too?
“Not weird at all.” Adrian shakes her hand and pats Jake on the shoulder. “I owe you thanks, man. Your little roll in the sheets with Jannah is what brought Verena and me back together again. Childhood sweethearts reunited.” He raises suggestive eyebrows at Jake and laughs. “That was one steamy make-up session.”
I have to stop my jaw from hanging open. Is Adrian brilliant or what? He knows how to serve it good. I guess it’s from all those years spent practicing on me.
“My name isHannah,” She corrects the mispronunciation of her name. Splotchy patches of red appear all over Jake’s face.
I try hard to fight my own blush when Adrian’s hand slips into mine, weaving our fingers. He shakes his head, laughing at Jake. “I’ve got to ask, though, are you blind? How did you ever let this one get away?”
Jake’s eyes switch between Adrian and me, his mouth gaping. A bunch of stutters is all I can hear from him. He grabs his girlfriend by the arm and escapes back to their table.
Adrian grins at me. “Come around, have you?”
I snatch my hand back from him. “Don’t get all cocky. I panicked when Jake approached me. You were the first excuse I could think of to avoid him.”
He strokes my hair. I have the greatest urge to smack his hand away, but Jake is watching from afar.
“Careful, Adrian,” I say with sweetness. “If you attempt to kiss me, I will bite your dick off.”
He chuckles. “Is that what you were dreaming about, my dick in your mouth?” His gaze slips out to the side, then back again. “Now it’s your turn to play along. Isabelle’s watching.”
“Isabelle?”
“Yeah, my ex.”
My eyes flash to her, intrigued by what kind of creature would engage in such a putrid relationship. Poor thing, she actually looks like a nice lady. Curly red hair, clear skin and to-die-for cheekbones. I’d love to see her modeling one of my designs. Too bad her eyes are shooting daggers through me. I suppose Adrian is getting what he wants. Which is what—to make her jealous and win her back? Who knows, or cares.
Adrian turns my face back to him. “You are the worst. Now she knows we’re talking about her.”
Before I can defend myself, someone nearby squeals, and the next thing I know, Adrian’s mom and mine are rushing toward us. “What is this?” they say in unison.
I go rigid. Adrian runs a hand through his hair. He’ll have to be the one that does all the talking; my voice has disappeared.
“Ah, we were planning to tell you soon but didn’t want to steal Phoebe and Tory’s thunder,” he says.
