The Game Of Love
Two people with contrasting personalities were forced into a blind date by their families. They had nothing in common except that neither of them wanted to enter into a relationship at the moment.
Charlotte and Colton take this as an opportunity to fake a relationship so that they can both escape the pressure of their parents for a while. What they did not know was that they were beginning to play a very dangerous game of love.
I looked at him in disbelief, "I cannot marry you, Colton," I shook my head. "You said we were just going to pretend to be madly in love for a while," I reminded him, placing my purse next to me as I sat down on the couch.
This is not what I wanted.
Colton casually combed his fingers through his silky hair, "Desperate times call for desperate measures." He shrugged his shoulders.
I laughed humorlessly, "Yeah, things are not that desperate," I said in a bitter tone, "We can come up with something else -"
"I want to marry you, Charlotte," He interrupted me, his gaze penetrating my soul.
The way he said that made me gulp out loud. It sounded so sincere that for a moment, I was too stunned to speak, "You can find someone else to marry." I said after a few seconds, recomposing myself.
I may have sounded calm but in reality, my heart was in my throat. It felt like it was about to jump off my chest as he began to close the distance between us, "You have done your part very well. I do not think anyone can top you -"
I stood up abruptly, not wanting to listen to him anymore, "I can tell my father that I have ended things with you now. He will be sad for a while, but he will get over it," I said. Who am I kidding? My father would never get over this.
I hoped to continue with this facade until just a little while longer but seems like it will be better if I end this now.
I reached for my purse and tried to walk away from there but Colton held me by my arm and would not let me go any further. I glared up at him, "But I will not." He shook his head before pressing his lips to mine.
Unfold
"Charlotte"
I turned to look at my mother, "Ye-yes, mom," I answered. My voice was shaky due to the anxiety overwhelming me at the moment, "Do you think I look a little weird?" I asked, "I mean, not every bride has a baby bump -"
I am just six or seven weeks away from delivering the baby!
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