Page 34 of Fake Love

“So you will hire me to run your social media and in return I just have to pretend to be your girlfriend?”

A small smile forms on his face. “I will pay you for running my socials, but yes, that's the gist of it. Like I said, it's something that benefits both of us.”

I get the job that I wanted and he gets to see his mom happy.

“Why me, though?” I asks.

I’m sure there are a plethora of women and the baseball stadium right now that would be willing to be Maddox’s fake anything.

“Because you’re the only woman I know in the city?” He states, making it sound like a question and when I just raise an eyebrow at him, he adds to the comment. “We may have only been together for one night, but there was a real connection happening between us. I would rather do this with someone that I have a connection with than with a complete stranger.”

He’s right there was a real connection between us, there still is.

A connection that I hoped to find with someone else because I knew that I wasn’t going to see Maddox again.

Yet, here he is sitting across from me, wanting me to be his fake girlfriend.

“Can I think about it for a few days?” My mind feels like it’s about to explode and if I’m going to make a decision, I need to do it when he’s not around.

Maddox nods. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll be in town for the rest of the month since I can’t travel with the team. If you make up your mind. Just text me.”

I nod, sliding my phone over to him so that he could put his number in.

It takes all of one minute for us to exchange numbers and get up from our seats, the pizza we shared nothing but crumbs.

“I’ll text you or call you if I have an answer.” I say as we make our way to the street.

“Yeah, of course.” He says, a tight smile on his face.

Once we make it out of the restaurant and onto the street, there is nothing more we can do but look at each other awkwardly. So with tight smiles and small waves we go our separate ways.

Instead of getting an Uber or Lyft back to my place, I decide to walk and think about this whole thing.

The job that I was urging Hunter to give me was just handed to me. I didn’t think that I would have to be a professional athlete’s fake girlfriend to get it.

But is that how I want to go about making a name for myself as a professional? Getting a job because I slept with a guy once and now he needs someone to play pretend with?

You were trying to get a job through your best friend's fiancé.

Fuck, I was. Me asking Hunter and Maddox offering it to me is not that much different.

But am I even capable of being a fake girlfriend?

I barely know how to be a real one, how am I supposed to know what to do with as fake one?

Maybe I should shadow Selena and learn how to be a girlfriend from her.

Maybe I should call Selena and see what she thinks about all of this.

Without thinking, I take out my phone and start to pull her up contact when I see the time.

The game is still going on and knowing how big of a Miner fan she is, she won’t pay attention to a word that I would say.

I could call my mom, but she will just hear girlfriend and freak out and start planning a dinner to get to know my new man.

God, it’s times like these that I wish I had siblings.

Pocketing my phone, I continue my walk and my contemplation.

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