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Arvil shrugged.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" he finally dropped the playful attitude. "This whole engagement thing. What if they expect you to get married?"
Arvil shrugged.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" he finally dropped the playful attitude. "This whole engagement thing. What if they expect you to get married?"
Daisy groaned and buried her face in her hand. "I'll keep it up as long as I think it would last, and then you can dump me or I can dump you. Whichever would make my parents happier…"
"I prefer not to be the one dumped," Arvil clarified. Noah quirked an eyebrow at that. "It would ruin my reputation, you see. Especially if I was dumped by a woman like yourself."
Daisy nodded slowly, though she knew he couldn’t see her. “That’s good, actually. My parents would be more likely to believe it if I was the one being dumped… They’d think I was just trying to get out of marriage if I dumped my fiancé.”
"Are you free right now?" Arvil questioned, pulling himself off of his seat. His assistant shot him an icy glare, but Arvil merely blew him a kiss. Noah glowered. "We should talk in person."
Daisy sighed and looked down at her notebook. She was still thinking of writing more, but now that she had been distracted it would probably be hard.
“I suppose… Where do you want to meet?” she asked, starting to clean up a bit.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Arvil inquired, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he began to stack his papers. He made a pile of unread papers on one side while the other, he handed to Noah. "I'll take you out to eat."
“All right… There’s a nice cafe down on Sunset Road. I can meet you there?” Daisy suggested, standing up to get ready.
"That's all right with me," Arvil hummed in agreement. "I'm hanging up now. Don't miss my voice too much!"
Arvil hung up after that before he turned his attention towards his secretary, grinning as he opened his drawer and took out a small box he had purchased. "Noah, get my car ready, would you?"
"As well as a coffin, sir?" Noah smiled thinly, and though Arvil laughed it off, he couldn't help but shiver from the look in Noah's eyes.
Daisy tossed her phone on her bed and buried her face in her hands with a groan. “I’m so dead. So, so dead…” she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she went to get ready.
When Arvil reached the place Daisy told him about, he parked his car and put on his shades, leaning against his vehicle as he waited for his fiancée to make an appearance.
Since they needed to pretend to be a couple, there was a lot of things they needed to go over. There would be situations in which they wouldn’t be able to avoid touching each other, so he wanted to make sure she was okay. Especially if Gavril was there.
Daisy had pulled on a gray sweater and black leggings, along with her favorite pair of Converse, the white ones with black flowers. She adjusted her glasses on her nose, pushing them up from having fallen. A glance toward the front door of the cafe showed Arvil already there, and she sighed as she stepped out of her car and walked over.
When Arvil saw Daisy enter, he grinned. He knew she’d already seen him, so he didn’t bother waving her over.
“Nice to finally have you join me,” he said, showing off a smile. “Have a seat, sweetheart.”
Daisy sighed and sat down across from him, crossing one leg over the other under the table. “So. Arvil Davis, huh?” she greeted him in a mutter. “It’s really great to actually know who I’m engaged to.”
“Why does it sound like you don’t believe I’m actually Arvil Davis?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “Did you imagine the president to be far less good looking?”
“Oh, no, I believe you. I’ve seen your picture everywhere. It’s hard to not recognize you. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t yesterday,” Daisy said, leaning forward onto her arms, which were crossed over the table. “What I can’t belive is that you’re actually helping me. For seemingly no reason.”
“Your suitor seems to think I’m a low-borne,” Arvil smiled in amusement. “How shocked would you think he would be once he finds out he’s dealing with me? When I think about that, I feel very amused.”
He leaned against the chair, tapping his fingers on the desk.
“Well, perhaps there is a reason,” Arvil shrugged. “With you around, perhaps for a little while, I’ll get a peace of mind. I’m sure you understand what it feels like having people flock around you constantly.”
Daisy closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, nodding her head slowly. “Yeah, I do… That does make sense. As long as you don’t think you’ll be getting anything extra out of this.”
Arvil quirked an eyebrow.
“I don’t have to pretend to be someone’s fiancé to get something extra, you know,” he shot her a grin. “Anyway, give me your left hand.”
Daisy groaned and rolled her eyes. When he asked for her hand, she looked at him, her eyes narrowing. “Why…?”
Arvil held out his own hand, looking at her expectantly. “Come on. I’m not going to chop it off, as tempting as it might sound.”
Raising her eyebrows, Daisy stuck her hand out warily. What in the world was he planning on doing…?
Arvil took her hand in his, taking out his other hand from his pocket, and gently slid in a ring. It was simple, but pretty. Daisy looked like someone who preferred simplicity.
“If we’re going to be engaged, we need a small proof,” he explained, letting go of her hand after he was done. “So here you go. The ring.”
Daisy looked down at the ring on her finger. She had honestly nearly given up on getting married, and here she was with an engagement ring. Granted, it was a fake engagement, but still an engagement nonetheless…
“Ah. I see… Yes, I suppose you’re right,” she murmured.
“I want to know what your boundaries are,” Arvil continued. “Since we’re supposed to be in… love, I want to know how comfortable you are in acting out on that feeling.”
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