Sawyer has always had a taste for the bad girls. The broken. The relationships that don't end well. Being the son and heir of the wealthiest businessman in architecture, his every move is watched. His favorite cologne advertised in the magazine's. S...
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Something was up with Kaylee. The whole ride back to my place she kept shooting Sawyer and I suspicious looks. My stomach was in knotts, worrying over whether or not she picked up on how fake this relationship was. We weren't very convincing. For one, Sawyer had none of the attributes that I looked for in a guy. He wasn't sweet, he didn't compliment me or buy me gifts. Not once since we started dating had he bought me flowers. He never opened doors for me either.
"Mind if I crash here tonight?" Kaylee asked. She went straight to the couch, collapsing into the cushions with a huff.
"Of course not," I placed the keys on the counter and draped my purse over one of the coat rack.
"Thanks."
Something was wrong.
Kaylee rarely ever asked if she could stay the night. She just did. Maybe it was because my (fake) boyfriend was living here now and she was trying to respect our boundaries. Still. I highly doubted that was the case.
"Everything okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" She asked indifferently.
Sawyer was hovering by the door. He kicked his shoes off and shivered from the cold.
"Honey, would you grab the vodka and two shot glasses?" I asked. Biting my lip, I pointed to the cabinet with all the liquor. "Three, if you want to join us."
"Fuck yeah I do."
He power walked into the kitchen, eagerly reaching for the cabinet with the vodka.
"Let's change into swets and then have a drink." I suggested.
Kaylee narrowed her eyes at me slightly. She followed when I turned and walked to my bedroom. By the time I had a pair of pink swets and a fuzzy white sweater picked out, Kaylee strode into the room in the famous-Kaylee-fashion. Without knocking.
She had black swets and a matching black tshirt in hand. "May I ask you a question?"
I paused to stare at her.
Since when did she ask to ask a question? I'll tell you when. Never. As in, N-E-V-E-R.
"Of course," I said softly. "You can ask me anything."
"Is your relationship with Sawyer real?" She asked quietly. As she was stripping out of her dress and high heels, she gave me a calculative look.
My breath hitched in my lungs. I'd never been good at lying. Especially not to Kay. "What do you mean?"
"Don't fuck with me Toni. Is your relationship legit? Are you in love with him?"
No. No. A billion times no.
I wanted to tell her so badly, to get this weight off my shoulders and confide in her. But I couldn't. I'd sworn my silence and so did Sawyer. "Yes. I am. We're real."
