Show No Mercy by Bethany Walkers Read Free Book Online Page B

                                         
     
    Adam Attenborough went inside, and literally jumped to see the exact same woman that he’d seen helping the disabled children.                                         
    “Yes?” Sophie snapped, to get Adam out of his own little dream world.                                                                      
     
    “Oh, err …” Adam stammered, embarrassed and confused.                                                                                                 
    “Are you here to find out more about the latest magazine story?” Sophie smiled.                                                                      
     
    “Oh, yes, I was just wanting to tell you why …” Adam began.                                                                                                               
    Sophie immediately interrupted him, and launched into her fictitious story about her romance with Adam Attenborough, the exact same one she had told to Dillon, but exaggerated a lot more.
     
    “Well, it sort of went like this: I was at the airport and this random bloke I didn't even know strolled up to me, one hand in pocket, one hand behind head, in a proper check-me-out kind of way. We started chatting about all the different celebrity scandals, like what’s hot and what’s not, and which couples are made for each other and which aren’t. Then he proper looked me in the eye, and you see, it was just like love at first sight. He started telling me how beautiful I was, and how we were both a match made in heaven. Before I knew it, he asked me if I would marry him, like, totally out of the blue! I said no, he asked a second time, I said no again, he asked a third time, in a proper begging mode, like, I’m gonna die if you don’t marry me, so I said OK, fine.”
     
    Adam stared at her, open-mouthed. What the bloody hell , he thought. Who the hell does she think she is? What am I meant to say now? Boy, she should become a book writer. That was the most ridiculous waffle I’ve ever heard in my life.
     
    Little did Sophie know that it was Adam Attenborough before her, looking baffled and defeated.                                         
     
    “Oh, err, right.” These words were the only ones that Adam could manage.                                                                                   
     
    “You are acting very strangely … Is there something bothering you?” Sophie asked him, concerned.                                                                     
    “No, of course not,” Adam said quickly, but he still seemed to be in a daze.                                                                      
     
    “What’s your name, anyway?” Sophie asked.                                                                                                               
    “Oh,” Adam mumbled. He was going to have to make something up or otherwise, he was going to die of embarrassment. “My name’s Mitchell. Mitchell Anderson.”                            
     
    He didn’t want to tell Sophie who he really was, now that they’d got to know each other a little.