Page 24 of Would You Rather
“He just knows how to get on my nerves. At first, he scared me off taking the deal, and then he chased me down, begging me to take it. I don’t like that he has the power to decide what I do.”
Leila shakes her head. “Everyone loves Lucas. I don’t understand how you don’t like him.”
“So you’ve said,” I tell her with a sigh, wishing I could just go back to sleep. “But we just don’t get along.”
“How’s that going to work?” Gabi asks. “You’re going to have to spend time with him, right?”
“I’m sure it won’t be for long. Just some public outings here and there, and then he’ll get what he needs.”
“And you?” Rosie asks. “What do you get from this?”
I shrug. “Hopefully, this will get me some recognition and help me land an audition. Nepotism is alive and thriving after all.”
She chuckles. “Don’t I know it.” Rosie’s family is very well off, so while she prefers slumming it with us, her family could get her anywhere she wants.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I reach out to grab it, seeing a text from Lucas. My brows furrow when I open it.
Lucas:
Did you get Ana’s email?
What email? I quickly check, going through my emails, and there it is. The next part of this plan. I scan the details, and when Lucas’ name flashes at the top again, I let out a groan.
Lucas:
Are you ready for this?
Ready? Does he think I’m incompetent or something? Ok, sure, I might have panicked at the park. But I had never done that before. Of course, I’d be on edge.
Me:
What the hell are you doing up at this time?
Lucas:
Some of us wake up early.
I groan, burying my head in my hands.
“Is that Lucas?” Leila asks.
I lift my head and nod. “We have a photoshoot next week to announce our relationship,” I tell her.
When my phone rings, my eyes widen, and the girls all look at me. I glance at the screen, see Lucas’ name, and shake my head. “Why the hell is he calling me?”
“Answer it,” Gabi says.
I shake my head. “You guys can’t speak,” I tell them while the phone rings. “I signed an NDA. If I tell anyone, I pay a hundredthousand dollars.”
“Fuck,” Gabi says, her eyes widened. “That’s a lot of money.”
“I know.”
“Don’t worry,” Leila says. “We won’t say a word.”
Rosie pretends to zip up her lips, so I let out a sigh and answer the call, bringing it to my ear. “Why are you calling me at six am?” I ask him.
He lets out a laugh. “Let me guess, you’re not a morning person?”
