Page 34 of Making It While Faking It
I start grating again. “Was Caroline around?”
“Yes, she dressed you and prepared you for bed, and helped in other ways.”
I sigh with relief. Without my asking, Achilles picks up the tongs and flips over the bacon sizzling in the pan.
“So, why are you being so nice to me?” I ask.
“Are you not used to people being nice to you?” His tone is casual. Now he’s wetting a dishcloth.
“Yes, but not you.”
He’s wiping the bacon grease off the spot where I laid the tongs.
“I was going to clean that,” I say.
“I apologize for the other night. You didn’t know that I prefer that no one eat at the custom-made table. Caroline didn’t know either.”
“You want one?” I ask, pointing at the stack of cheese in front of me. I mean, I really don’t want to get into a back-and-forth about his special table. This is his penthouse, not mine. On top of that, he’s reminding me why it will never work between us. I believe the world is our oyster. Nothing is sacred. All has been created for us to enjoy. He believes in encapsulating and incarcerating objects. He’s a worshipper. I’m not.
His eyebrows are still knitted, like he’s considering his answer which is taking forever. “I can’t,” he finally says. “But we have a meeting this afternoon.”
I frown. “We do?” I don’t remember scheduling a meeting with Achilles on my calendar.
“Yes, with the relationship expert I mentioned the other night.”
“What? Why?”
“Have you readTRMlately?” he asks and scowls as he looks off. “I gotta figure out how to buy that fucking magazine and then kill it.”
I raise my eyebrows, actually liking the sound of that. Before this whole deal for the money, I would’ve wholeheartedly disagreed with him. But now, I think chopping offTRM’s head isn’t such a bad idea.
I fold my arms over my chest. “And I’ll help you.”
Ah, a new expression appears on Achilles’s face. He looks equally surprised and pleased by what I said. We smile at each other for way too long. It feels like we should kiss goodbye or maybe shake hands—basically, touch in one way or another. But instead, he nods sharply and says, “Enjoy your day.”
“You too,” I barely utter.
And then he turns, and I watch him gait away. So, so regal.
My sigh is feverish with lust. I can’t… nope. He’s off limits.
Top Rag Mag
YIKES! HE SAID SHE’S FAKING IT.
Mega superstar Simon Linney has agreed to go on record with us.
Well, you know what that means?
First, let’s get on with it, and then you can figure out what it means for yourself.
Simon Linney, who was recently punched repeatedly in the head by Orion Lord—at least that’s what all of your videos show (and for it, I want to not kiss, but tongue whoever created the camera phone)—claims that Treasure Grove and Achilles Lord are indeed engaged in a fake relationship.
Linney suspects their union is the result of a business deal.
Of course, we must say that his claims are alleged. However, he’s not the only bird who’s singing about the couple’s perplexing relationship. We have proof that the groom-to-be’s distant cousin, Victoria Lord, has filed a fraud claim against the couple’s relationship. The details of the claim are sealed—for now. Don’t worry, we’ll tell you more when we know more, and we will definitely know more.
However, this afternoon, in one of our famous staff meetings, one of your favorite writers asked a valid question: Why aren’t the two ever seen in public together? No dates at Treasures. No making out on park benches like her cousin and his brother.
