Page 61 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

So I knew such a place existed. I just didn’t know people walked half naked and barefooted there.

I also didn’t know anyone could hate the place. Maybe not anyone. But this girl in front of me did.

Dad had just bought a car. Though it was a beat-up Ford, he was very happy. Mom was equally happy. I was too.

I knew what he had gone through. I’d heard the hushed conversations with Mom. I’d heard how all the money they both earned was used to pay off bills and loans.

So I was happy. And I became even happier when he announced our trip to the beach.

We had gotten to the beach after hours of traffic. A few minutes into sitting. And staring at nature’s wonder, Dad whispered something to Mom.

Instantly they both got up to leave. Leaving strict instructions to remain in my spot.

I could see the fear in their eyes. I didn’t know what had happened. But I know my mother was scared.

Either way, I wasn’t going to leave my spot. So I sat, gawking at the waters. Until I spotted a girl.

She seemed to be around my age.

Blonde, blue eyes, and thick brown curls. She also had very brown skin. Shiny silver bracelets coated her wrists.

I didn’t have the luxury of it, so I gawked. Until I saw her frown.

Suddenly she detached her hands from her mothers’. Before yelling, “I hate this place.”

Somehow she met my eyes after the statement and stormed off. With her mother chasing after her.

Hate? How could anyone hate this place? I thought.

Almost immediately Dad arrived and that was the end of our trip. I was sad.

While we were in the car, I couldn’t help thinking of the brown-haired girl. So I turned to Mom.

“Mom, what does hate mean?”

She was shocked. But responded anyway.

“Hate, honey is a strong word. It is not like and it goes beyond dislike.”

The words had swirled in my head until I fell asleep in the car. When we returned home, there were three men in suits waiting for us.

I didn’t know what they were there for. But I knew I never saw Dad’s car again.

The sound of the elevator brought me out of my thoughts. I walked in. I hated it here.

I hated my predicament. I hated the office. I hated how I was forced to pretend.

I hated how I’d made a fool of myself.

The annoying sound of the elevator dinged again. And its doors opened on the dreaded floor.

Another day to pretend like I didn’t want to fuck it all and scram.

Ugh.

Tugging my bags tightly between my arms, I hurried to my office. Adding an extra pace when I passed his.

I didn’t want to see him.

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