forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy’s mother leaned against the chair, her face set into a disappointed scowl.

“I was told you turned Gavril away,” she said in a calm voice. “You get a chance of a lifetime and you blow it off.”

Daisy sighed and rolled her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. “I have told you time and time again that I do not want to marry him, mother. He’s stuck up and rude.”

“I suppose that young man is someone you want to marry?” Her mother pressed, voice cold and hard. “Gavril informed me you got engaged. Do you now hide things from your own parents? It makes things clearer, too, how you suddenly decided to get your own apartment. I can’t express my disappointment.”

Frick… Of course he told them.

“I got my own apartment because I wanted to be more independent,” Daisy explained tightly. “And, yes, I am engaged. Another reason I won’t be marrying Gavril.”

“What is his job? Gavril mentioned he dressed like a middle-class man would,” then she paused. “Actually, I would like to meet that man. Your father and I both. Bring him over tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Mom, I can’t just spring something like that on him at the last minute. How about this weekend. Saturday, maybe?” Daisy bargained, silently cursing Gavril for spilling to her parents.

Her mother chuckled.

“So you can make time to warn him,” she mused, chuckling. “Two days. I’m giving you two days to bring him here so we can assess what sort of a man our daughter selected.”

“How about three days? We can come for dinner on Friday evening,” Daisy suggested with a sigh. If their was really going to happen, she wanted as much time as she could get.

“Friday it is,” her mother smiled thinly. “I do hope you know what game you’re playing, daughter. Do not degrade our family for your selfishness. I will see you on Friday, then.”

"I'll see you then, mom," Daiay sighed before hanging up. She groaned and set the phone on the desk before burying her face in her hands. What was she going to say to the man… who she'd apparently forgotten to ask the name of…?

"Sir, you have a meeting with HighTech at lunch on Friday," Noah said, managing the files and sorting them out properly. "About the collaboration."

Arvil leaned back against his chair, cracking his knuckles as he stretched. He was so tired. It was Wednesday morning and his day had just started. Why couldn't his father just create a business that was not Star Tech? Why this company? Why give him half of it?

"And what's after that?" he muttered, shaking his head. "I still haven't finished fixing this one game tech."

Before Noah could answer, my phone rang.

Fiancee.

(…did he really put her as Fiancée on his phone…?)

Daisy sighed and redialed the number she had just called not long ago. When he picked up, she sighed again and answered. "My parents want to meet my fiancé…"

(Yes. xD)

Arvil's smile widened when she spoke, leaning back smugly.

"Oh, do they now?" he grinned. "And what does that have to do with me, I wonder?"

"I hate this so much…" Daisy muttered under her breath. "Could you pretend to be my fiancé again? Please? I'll pay you back somehow… I just can't be forced into a marriage with Gavril."

"Since you said please~" Arvil sang, laughter in his voice. "You don't need to pay me back. I'll protect you from that wolf."

Daisy narrowed her eyes slightly. "Why? I should pay you back. You're doing something ridiculous for someone you don't even know. Heck, I don't even know your name! And yet you want to help me without payment."

"Because it would be fun," Arvil responded nonchalantly. "A little amusement in my boring, working life. Besides, what sort of a gentleman wouldn't help out a lady in a time of need?"

Daiay grunted softly, crossing one leg over the other in her chair. "So you'd do it… Without me needing to pay you back?" she sighed and shook her head a little. "Okay. Thank you, then. But… what is your name? I can't just call you pet names or 'Fiancé'…"

(Amber. xD)

Arvil clicked his tongue, twirling himself around his chair.

"Hm, I like the pet names," he said cheekily. "But you can call me Ar. I can let you call me that~"

"No. What is your name? Your full, real name. My parents will be expecting me to know it," Daisy said, gritting her teeth.

Arvil sighed, throwing his head back. She was right. They'd be in trouble if she didn't know who he was.

"Arvil Davis," he answered, lifting his arm and spreading his fingers. "My name is Arvil Davis."

Daisy paused, freezing at the name. It was familiar… Why was it familiar? Why did— Oh. Oh, nonononono…

She cursed under her breath at her realization. Arvil Davis, president of a large, influential company… Someone her parents would just love to have her marry. Wonderful.

Arvil closed his eyes at her silence. Of course. What else did he expect? At least she didn't scream. That was good.

"Perhaps I should have given a fake name," he continued nonchalantly. "It isn't every day you're told the person whom you're pretending to be engaged to is Arvil Davis."

Daisy sighed and rubbed at her face with her hand. "No… No, they would look you up. This is good. They'll love that I'm 'engaged' to you. Heck, they'd love it if I even just said that I ran into you at the supermarket. Anything to keep climbing that social ladder, right?"