Fake Fiancée

Chapter 27: I Spy

The shrill ring of the hotel’s phone suddenly rang, which woke me up from my deep slumber. A sigh left my lips because I wanted to stay where I was right now – in Henry’s arms under the silk blanket of the king-sized bed. Carefully, I took Henry’s arm off my waist and I reached for the phone.

“Hello?” I murmured, my voice foggy with sleep.

“Miss Watson?” A male voice said from the other side of the line. “Good morning! A Natasha Lesley has stopped by and insisted that you and Mr Parker stop by the beach at two o’ clock.”

I frowned. This was a weird way to let me know to stop by the beach. “Of course,” I answered.

“I will be sure to let her know. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

I put the phone back down and turned around to find Henry staring at me with his dark hair sticking up everywhere. I had to admit, it looked pretty attractive. I suddenly became aware of the blush on my cheeks and cleared my throat, because he wouldn’t look away.

“What?” I asked self-consciously.

He smiled and reached forward to caress my cheek. “You’re just gorgeous, that’s all.”

I shifted and if possible, my cheeks were now on fire. Henry chuckled at my reaction and pulled me to him.

“Don’t say that,” I muttered into his chest.

“Why can’t I say it when it’s true?”

After realising I was probably in the process of falling for Henry last night, we had ended up in the bed talking about many things. We played the ‘truth’ game, where we asked each other random questions and the other had to reply with the truth. I remember vaguely I had fallen asleep while Henry had been telling me about how he had been obsessed with pickle and ham sandwiches when he was about seven years old.

“By the way, who called?” Henry asked. I told him about the very strange phone call and he frowned. He wouldn’t even look at me.

“Henry, what’s up?” I asked. My heart was picking up its pace. What if it was something bad?

He looked away and asked softly, “Will Keith be there?”

I raised my eyebrow. He was asking if Keith was going to be there? He really hadn’t gotten over his jealousy issues yet.

“Henry, I don’t like Keith like that,” I told him. He still wasn’t facing me, so I put a hand to his cheek and tilted his face so I could see his expression. It looked like sadness mixed with a tinge of anger. “Henry, why don’t you trust him? He wouldn’t make a move on me, ever.”

Henry let out a sigh and looked up to meet my eyes. “Steve told me that there was someone around us who is trying to break us up and working with the media. It seems like they haven’t achieved anything yet though …”

I gasped. Someone was trying to break us up? Why would they do that? I voiced this aloud and Henry shrugged.

“There could be many reasons. Maybe someone wants to have me or you for themselves, maybe they want the status of Henry Parker’s girlfriend, maybe they have a vendetta against me … I’m not sure.”

“And you think it’s Keith?”

Henry nodded once. How could Henry think it was Keith? It was obviously only one person.

“Veronica,” I spat, wanting to badly slap the little wench in her pretty little face and leave a permanent bruise. “I say we take her down.”