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"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?"
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When a stubborn, unmotivated twenty-year-old living a difficult life is in desperate need of another job to cover bills for her and...
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I fucking hate people.
I hate being known by everyone.
I absolutely fucking hate news reporters.
They really have to dig deep to find every dirty secret there is about you. Even the lowest of your lows.
I was finishing off my sets in my personal gym right before my sorry excuse of a best friend let himself into my apartment and told me what had happened. They really just had to ruin my life didn't they?
I made sure to see every single one to find out if they all said the same thing and, spoiler alert, they're practically the same.
So now I'm currently sitting in my apartment on my sofa with Camilo.
He looks at me.
"Did you see all of them?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you really sure?"
I sigh.
"Yes."
"Okay." He pauses for a moment. "But are you reall-"
My head snaps up and I glare at him.
Camilo raises his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry I just had to make sure, no need to become grumpy." He mutters.
A few days ago, my 'scandal' was sent to the news and no one's been letting it go. People seem to think that billionaires shouldn't have that type of lifestyle.
What is the deal with that?
So basically, I can't sleep around with anyone that I want to. How rude of them to control what I wish to do.
I roll my eyes at him and start pacing around the room.
"Well what am I supposed to do? This could jeopardise everything I've worked for." I groan.
He shrugs and leans back on the sofa. "I'm just saying man, you should have been careful. You know at least someone will know what you do."
That, I know. Unfortunately.
I open my mouth about to speak, when Camilo jerks up from the couch and straightens his back.
Uh oh, here comes his stupid idea face.
He pulls a weird looking face, eyes widened and his mouth in a creepy grin. What a fucking mad man.
"I know what you need to do." He says.
"And what might that be?" I sarcastically smile at him, but he obviously takes this as a reason to carry on.
"You need to get married!" He exclaims.
I look at him dumbfounded. "You can't be serious Cam. You know I hate the whole marriage idea."
"Yeah, but what if you got 'fake' married? So the public assume that you're capable of settling down with someone then after a year you can have a divorce! Am I smart or am I great? Personally I think I'm all of the above." He bows and and takes a seat back on the sofa.
I think about his plan for a while in my head, surprisingly it doesn't sound half bad. I could divorce the woman and get on with my own life again, as well as her. It wouldn't be a terrible idea.
Thinking about it, if it gets too far then I could lose my family business. My dad wouldn't even speak to me again after this, mainly because I would be dead since he doesn't even speak to me now anyway.
"You know what? Let's fuckin do it."
He shoots up again. "Great! Now you just need to choose your perfect candidate."
Well I guess that wouldn't be hard.
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AUTHOR NOTE
Hey! This was more of a filler chapter for you and what was going on with our main man.
