Fake Boyfriend by Evan Kelsey Read Free Book Online

William as I try to gage his
reaction at seeing Ruxin with me. He looks surprised and completely
taken off guard, I don't bother looking at the other
two.
    "Hi." I
say to the table as Ruxin sides out my chair for me.
    "Hi, Eva.
Ruxin, I didn't expect you." William says, still managing to sound
inviting.
    Ruxin
doesn't respond right away, but pulls up another chair right next
to me. "I insisted on coming. I hope you don't mind."
    "Not at
all."
    "Have you
been waiting long?" I ask.
    "No, we
just got here." William answers.
    "Great."
I reply, smiling. This is feeling very awkward. Ruxin's arm is
resting on the back of my chair and he absently plays with my hair
as the waitress comes to our table. We place our drink order and
look over the menu. I know I want, the personal pizza with
mushrooms and green peppers, so I don't bother picking up the
menu.
    "You know
what you want already, Angel?"
    "Yeah, I
always get the same thing from here. Pizza with mushrooms and green
peppers."
    "That's
sounds good." He replies and seconds later his phone rings. He
looks at the screen and stands up, "Excuse me, its my mother." He
says to me. I nod and he walks away.
    "So,
what's going on between you and Mr. Novak?" Susan asks, sweetly.
While still glaring at me.
    I
suppress a shiver. She can't hurt me now. "We're getting to know
one another." I respond, evasively.
    "He never
goes out with anyone. Why would be go out with you?" Cindy asks.
For the first time she's not asking to be a bitch, but genuinely
curious.
    I shrug
one shoulder. I don't know how to answer that, so I decide not to.
"Do you not like him?" I ask William nervously.
    "I do. I
just don't like him with you. I think he'll end up hurting you, its
what he does." He answers, sympathetically.
    I knew
that he'd say that about Ruxin. I don't know how to tell him he
doesn't have to worry without sounding suspicious, so I smile at
him and say, "I understand your concern."
    "He's
using you, it has to be. Nothing else makes sense." Cindy states,
like she just solved a puzzle.
    "I'm not
using her. So, guess again." Ruxin replies, sitting
down.
    Knowing
that she is absolutely correct in her guess I look away. I don't
want her to read, how close she hit the nail on the head. Of course
she would figure it out. Her best friend gave my things to him and
now he's using them against me, its kind of obvious.
    "My
mother wants to have a family dinner tonight. I told her I was
bringing you."
    I feel my
eyes almost pop out of my head and I look at him like he's crazy. I
didn't sign up to play his fake girlfriend. I have to meet his
parents! How weird will that be when they start asking questions.
"That's a very nice offer. However, I think I should spend time
tonight looking for a job at an establishment you don't
own."
    He
smiles. "You're going."
    "No, I'm
not." I argue. Then whisper in his ear, "Are you crazy? Why would
you introduce me to your family?"
    "Why
wouldn't I?" He asks, not bothering to whisper.
    "Its a
little soon to be meeting your family. Don't you think, honey?" I
question, not bothering to whisper either.
    "There's
no time like the present, Angel." He smirks.
    "Is that
saying on your family crest? You sure use it a lot." I glare and he
laughs.
    "If not,
it should be. Dinner is at seven. I'll have Julia go get you
something to wear."
    "No, I
have things. I just need to stop by William and
Susan's."
    He
doesn't listen to me as he continues to use his phone. "Ruxin." I
say, in warning. He doesn't even look up. Irritated I punch his leg
to get his attention.
    He smiles
and his eyes light up with mirth when he looks at me. "Yes,
Angel?"
    "I said,
no," I repeat slowly.
    "And I
said, yes." He states, stubbornly. "Think of it like Christmas,
again."
    "I hated
Christmas." I mutter under my breath.
    "Why
would you hate Christmas?" He questions, still busy with his phone.
Not wanting to go into it in front of William, I ignore his
question.
    He looks
up when I don't respond. "Answer me." He