The Accidental Girlfriend by Emma Hart
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB | 1.1 Mb
The Accidental : TOP TIP: Don’t put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it.
And it won’t just be for one night.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson’s fake girlfriend.
He didn’t even want me to be. No—his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his ten-year high school reunion.
Now, she’s responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real.
We have no choice. We have to act like this isn’t all a mistake, like it’s not all fake, like we’re totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with each other.
“I looked down at the three boxes he had stacked on his hand and offered him a bright smile. “How much do I owe you?”
“I, uh, um…”
“I got it!” The voice of one of my best friends, Madi, echoed through the hall. “Is fifty enough?” she trilled, bouncing up behind him, her scarlet-colored curls flouncing around her shoulders.
“It’s three pizzas. I should hope it does, or we’re being ripped off,” Tina grumbled, walking up behind her.
“Forty-one-ninety-eight,” the pizza guy mumbled.
Madi waved two twenties and a ten at him. “Here you go, sweetie. Keep the change.”
Someone got paid today.
“And there’s my monthly girls’ night paid for,” she said happily, taking the boxes and dancing into my apartment. “What up, Iz? How’s the asshole?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
Tina slipped her hand into her scarlet-red purse that matched her lips to a tee and pulled out a wallet. I hid a smile as she extracted ten dollars from it and handed it to the pizza guy, whispering, “For your mental trauma.”
Mental trauma was about right.
I didn’t see him delivering our pizza anytime soon.
I didn’t blame him. If I could get out of conversations about my sister’s bodily parts, I would.
I’d lead the freakin’ march.
I detoured into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and three glasses before joining everyone back in the living room. Madi had taken the seat next to my sister on the sofa and she’d tied her hair up into a messy topknot that matched her ‘people hater’ t-shirt and yoga pants perfectly.”