Page 21 of Silver Fake

Denise whistles. “Wow, that sounds like it could get complicated. Have you told John about these rules?"

"Not yet, but I plan to."

Denise raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. "Sounds like a fascinating arrangement you've got there. But John's always been one for a challenge," she says, taking another sip of her drink. "I'm sure he won't mind playing by the rules."

I frown, looking down at my half-eaten slice of cake, my appetite suddenly gone.

"It's just... I don't know, Denise," I say. "This whole thing. It feels like I've jumped into the deep end and I can't swim."

Denise reaches across the table, patting my hand sympathetically. "Hey, it's just a few days. You can play pretend for that long, right?"

"I guess," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel. “Are you sure you're not upset with me about this? I mean, I came here so the two of us could catch up.”

Denise looks genuinely surprised at the question, then bursts into laughter.

"Upset with you? Honey, you're providing the best entertainment I've had in weeks! Besides, it's not every day your best friend starts dating her grumpy boss," she grins, emphasizing the last word with a playful nudge, "even if it is pretend. Just remember, it's an adventure. It might be messy and unexpected, but it will certainly be a story to tell. Enjoy the ride and know that I'm here for you, every step of the way."

I reach out and give my best friend a hug. "You're right. It's an adventure. And really, what's life without a few wild stories?"

Denise pulls back from our hug and holds up her mimosa for a toast. "To wild stories and unexpected adventures," she declares, the twinkle in her eye reflecting pure mischief. "And to you, my dear, for starring in your very own romantic comedy. Remember, if it all goes belly up, at least it'll make a really good book one day."

* * *

After I left the bakery, I decided to make the most of the beautiful day and actually enjoy a little bit of my vacation.

It was perfect.

I went to the beach and sat in the sand, listening to my audiobook. Then I took a leisurely walk on the boardwalk and people-watched. It was a nice change of pace for me. Usually, I'm all work and no play.

Now it's almost 7:00 p.m. and I'm lounging on Denise's back porch waiting for John to call me.

Denise and Brett have gone out for the evening, leaving me with the house to myself. With only the low hum of the fridge and distant lullaby of the ocean for company, the house feels almost too quiet. But a part of me is grateful that Denise isn't here to see how worked up I'm getting over John.

I'm a little embarrassed that I'm getting so worked up over this fake relationship, but I can't help it. I've been single for so long, and the idea of having someone to share things with is appealing. Even if it is all a lie.

But now, I have this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel bad about lying to John's parents. They were so excited to meet me, and I don't want to disappoint them. And what if John tells them the truth eventually? How embarrassing would that be?

I'm also worried about my own emotions. I haven't been in a serious relationship in years, and I don't want to get hurt. I feel a little foolish for getting so caught up in how John made me feel when he kissed me. What if it was all an act on his part?

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing. It's John, and my heart rate spikes. But I put on a nonchalant tone when I answer.

"Hey there," I say. "How's it going?"

"Eh," John’s voice comes through the phone, sounding a bit weary. "I'm a little exhausted, to be honest. The partnership call went way longer than expected. You know how Victor is. But I'm taking a break now. How did you enjoy the rest of your day?"

"It was relaxing, actually." I reply. "I spent some time at the beach, walked around, and just took in the sights. It was a nice change of pace." I pause, then add in a lighter tone, "So, I guess we're really doing this whole fake girlfriend thing?"

"If you're still up for it. Once the wedding is over, I promise I'll tell my parents the truth."

A sudden, unexpected sensation makes my stomach drop. For some reason, the thought of ending our fake relationship is making me feel uneasy. I try to shake off the feeling, and change the subject.

"Speaking of the wedding, I was actually going through my suitcase earlier. I realized that I don't have anything to wear," I tell him.

John laughs lightly, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "How about this - let's make a day of it tomorrow? I'll pick you up from your friend's house. We can go shopping together, find you a stunning dress. And then go to dinner with my parents. You can spend the night in my suite afterwards."

My eyes grow wide and I swallow hard. "Spend the night?"

"Yes, spend the night," he repeats, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. I feel a flutter of anxiety.

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