Chapter 16 - A Cheating Fiancée

Stacey's POV:

I’m controlling as there are people around. I’m with a fake smile on my lips, blinking at the fucker with a I’ll-murder-you stare to which he fucking chuckles. I’m taking out my cigarettes and light one.

“Nothing, 'darling'. Just business. You know how that is.”

Son of a bitch….

He’s sipping from his whisky, pleasured to hear me with the 'darling' call of him, with that dirty stare at me.

I would choke you to death…. Oh yeah….

I’m in a bad omen smirk and stare at him, smoking.

“You can directly as me anything you want to know about me, love. I will answer to any of your questions.”

Love? Man! He’s aggravating me with each fucking second…. He’s not stupid though…. He couldn’t hear Sam or read his lips….

Yeah, we’re alone now. I’m having some Iced Latte, studying his eyes. He’s so fucking happy about something…. I would be so fucking happy to end him…. Anyways…. Yeah, he’s got that raspy voice, irritating me to my core. I’m keeping myself steady to not react per wants. He’s lucky the table is between us…. He, he, he….

“Questions, huh?” I’m leaning my head to my right at him, smoking, with my elbows on the table.

Why the fuck are you so damn thrilled in my fucking presence? There’s something off….

I’m penetrating him with my stare, but he’s keeping it, not a bit intimidated.

Why am I feeling there’s more to this mission that I’m led to know? My guts never lie to me…. He’s after something….

He twists his head and widens his smirk, with some fireworks in his fucking eyes.

“Any question.”

Well, I don’t have. I’m not interested in you, but I need to know your person to be able to fucking protect you. I’ll resume to the intel my fuckers are giving me. I don’t need convo with you.

“None. I’m just being briefed on you to understand who you are and what’s around you. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Disappointment flashes his face. Ha-ha!

Well, Mr. Idol and Hot Shot, not every fucking pussy is interested in you…. Take that for a change. He, he, he….

I’m laughing under my lips per my train of thoughts as I find this funny and take a sip from my juice which calms my insides a bit, moving my head right and left, as I’m so amused, looking on the table now.

“Why laughing, baby?”

That annoying voice….

“Remembered something. Nothing to do with you. Eat and let’s go. I’m sure you’ve got a lengthy agenda for the day.”

He’s smirking again.

I would so help you to eliminate that smirk….

I’m bobbing my head at him, chewing from my left cheek, with a narrowed stare, forcing myself to integrate in the mission of being a 'fake fiancée'…. I don’t know. From his stare and everything, he’s…. Like…. I don’t fucking know or care. But he’s for sure hiding something from me. He’s got that spark in his eyes at me…. And the fucker spark. And from his breathing, though he’s masking it, he would fuck me. He’s so fucking tensed and emanating some insane levels of heat. Yeah, hard to believe with the heat stuff, huh? Yeah, well…. He does. And he’s taking off his tie…. Ha-ha! What did I say?

Don’t strip, buddy…. Ha-ha!

“Then, let me ask you something.”

I’m raising my eyebrows at him, cocking my head at him, sipping some juice again. No, I haven’t touched the ice cream. I don’t think I can. I would so fucking sleep right now….

Ask me? Not willing to answer, fucker.

I’m silent.

“Can I?”

“Nope.”

He’s amused, putting his tie on the table, opening first buttons on his shirt at his neck. He’s in a…heated-up state. I know. I live with fuckers around me all the time…. I know the signs…. No, he’s not taking that intoxicated stare off me. I’m in a I-don’t-care everything at him, smoking, but watching him to see where this is going. I might kill him and end the mission under a day. He, he, he…. Oh yeah, I’m as dangerous as fuck….

“Well, I do need to know things about my fiancée.” He’s drinking from his whisky, not touching his food.

“Who lied to you?”

He chuckles. I’m in a relaxed everything, leaning with my back on the chair.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

He’s so fucking annoying…. Okay. I’ll lie to you to stop your all regarding me. I’m here for the mission, not for fucking with you, fucker.

Without much delay, and with complete 'honesty', I answer with a genuine smile.

“Yes.”

He’s clenching his jawline and he’s like hit by a truck but controlling his state.

Ha-ha!

He’s confronting my stare with a rabid one. I’m smiling.

“Why? Did you think I don’t have?”

Fucking stupid…. Ha-ha! He’s so fucking cute….

Yeah, he’s cute. But nothing more to me. He’s like a grumpy-on-rage cat stare at me, all contracted.

I don’t know why you are so irritated by this. But you make me laugh…. Inside.

Yeah, outside I’m just smiling, with a serious stare and grimace.

“I do hope you’ve ended things for the mission. I’m scooped by media and I don’t want to have scandals with a cheating fiancée.” He’s so damned affected.

You don’t say….

I’m lighting another cigarette, smoking, studying him. He’s honest but pissed off. Like I’m a fucking real fiancée to him.

“Why do I have to end it? I’m sure you’re having women as well. This is just a business to both of us, not related to our actual private lives. And my relationship is a serious and long one. He knows about my everything and that I’m one with fidelity as he is to me. But don’t worry, no scandal will come from my side to stain your name on that while we’re in the fake period.”

He has just slammed the whisky glass on the fucking table and I’m smirking, looking at the glass, twisting my head. The air in the room is exactly like when one of the lovers has expressed cheating to the other one. I’m the cheater. Ha-ha!

“Is it Matt Goldberg?”

I’m with my eyes on the glass, chewing from my inner cheek. Yeah, well. I’ve never positioned myself in such a situation in my real life, and here I am with some fucker, unrelated to my person, questioning me like this. My heart is beating in rebellion.

Matt, huh? How the fuck do you know about Matt to ask me about him?