Thirty minutes later they were in a long line waiting to get inside the club. A bouncer was at the door checking I. Ds and coordinating the line.From outside, the music drifting out from the club was at a low ebb, but what it lacked in sound it made up in color as the building was caked in an ever-changing light and on top of it read 'Seven Dials' in bold letters.Cars pulled up at all angles, people arrived geared up in party clothes. It was a busy night, even for a Thursday night.Paige turned to Naomi. Her nerves getting the best of her. She was wearing a red gown which had most of her back on display, a little slit on her thigh, and on her legs were a pair of killer heels which propelled her height, so she was almost as tall as Naomi. Her blond hair had been pulled down to rest on her shoulders and her face contained minimal make-up, aside from her lips, which were really glossed up.
At their continued gaze at the man, he propelled towards them. Taking their stare as interest. He was one of those big men with sleeked back hair and a cheeky smile that always looked like they had a secret joke they were laughing at. He reached them and positioned his body towards Paige, and it was more than clear where his interest lied. “Can I get you ladies a drink? On me.” Paige started to say no however Naomi turned to the man, all smiles and sweet. Extending her hand. “Hi, I am Naomi and this is Paige and yes, we would love that drink.” “Any preference?” “A Martini, please.” He turned to Paige, and she said something indecipherable and scrunched her face, but that didn't deter the man. He smiled at t
"Paige, what a surprise to see you here." His eyes rested on her, from her curly blond hair to the tip of her heels, and he seemed surprised by what he saw there.“I didn't think you were the party type,” Leo said, taking a seat near her, and Paige almost swooned as he had taken the seat vacated by Joe. And why was he sitting near her? Paige felt she might have a heart attack. The only time her boss had ever been this close to her was that time at the office when he was leaning over her to point at something on the screen, and now he was so close to her, she could actually count his lashes. Paige blushed, and he raised a brow, seeming amused by her behavior, and ordered for a drink. His drink arrived, and he raised the glass to his lips. “Well,” and watched her through the rim of the glass. “My friend and i…we—er—discovered this club newly, so we decided to come check it out.”
The next day. “My assistant tells me you wanted to meet me here,” Leo said as he reached Alberto's table. “So the one with the sweet voice is your assistant, huh.” Leo smiled. They were in an elegant hotel where Alberto was lodging. The two cousins stepped in for a hug and a pat at the back. “Good to see you, Alberto.” “I can say the same to you too, Leo. It's been wonderful.” They sat down and Alberto shook out a napkin while Leo stared at the dishes displayed in front of Alberto and almost laughed. No wasting time there, his cousin had already ordered all his favorite food starting from the ravioli to the beef brasato. Noticing Leo's interest. Alberto's lips curved into what would have been a smile on another person's face, but on his face was just a twitch of the lips
“Fuck, what am I going to do Wesley?” Leo ran a frustrated hand over his hair. They were in the spacious living room in his apartment. The escort he had hired as his fake fiancée had not shown up. As it is, he was pretty much late for the family gathering. After his talk with Alberto in the hotel, Leo had put a call to Wesley for help. His friend had in turn put a call to his other friends, who had released the names of some reputable agencies. It had taken him two whole days to find what he was looking for. The girl had been elegant, beautiful and pleasing to the eye and could easily pass as someone he could date. Everything had been going fine. He had paid for her dresses, debriefed her on the matter at hand. Requested for her measurement in order to order for extra new clothes. All she had to do was remember what she had been told, look
“If I do, my sister will have me where she wants me. Rosa is very greedy,” Leo said. “She has been heading the company for eighteen years. It's only right she should step down for me to complete the other half, as has been agreed on. But from what I have heard she intends to remain there. And for her to succeed, she would have to shine a bright light on my irresponsibility. Focus on my flaws and make sure everybody is of the idea I can't handle the company as she can.” “If that's the case, can't you think of someone else who might fit into that role.” “What do you mean?” Leo mumbled coming to sit across Wesley on the double row white couch fighting the urge to turn his wristwatch over and check the time. Well aware time was running…and it was running pretty fast. “Like a past girlfriend. A woman you've had a fling with?” A thought crossed Leo's face, but he dismissed it at onc
His eyes were running over her face as though he didn't know where to begin. That thought almost made her laugh in happiness and surprise. Her staunch boss was fumbling for words. He turned to Wesley as though to demand help however his friend shrugged and turned to his phone. Leo's eyes returned to her. For a few seconds, he did nothing. Paige got the distinct impression he hadn't had cause to seek the help of any woman he wasn't close to in a long while. Just as she finished that thought, to her utter surprise she saw his face harden, his gaze sharpened. Even his hands on her shoulder had tightened a little in its grip.“Paige, I know this might come as a surprise to you. But I need you to be my fake fiancée.” If she understands him correctly, he wanted her to be his fake fiancée which meant she would be around him more often than she normally was. Wasn't that asking to be discovered?
On arrival at the airport, a private jet was already waiting for them. “Remember, we must always act like we're in a relationship. Now I know this might be hard for you, but do this for me please,” Leo muttered staring at her. They were inside the private jet, which Paige learned belonged to his family, and for several minutes the opulent interior and decor had her gawping like a fool. She couldn't be blamed; she had never been inside one before now. When she turned to her boss, she noticed his eyes were on her, and he seemed to be waiting for an answer. Paige fought the urge to laugh. It wouldn't be hard to do what he was saying because she was in love with him. How hard can it be to express what she already felt? She let a smile grace her face and nodded her head in understanding. “I perfectly understand.” “Are you sure y
The dining room overlooked the outside, lit by several lights and the table overflowing with food ranging from Spaghetti Carbonara to Pesto to Risotto and some others she didn’t know but which looked positively mouthwatering. Cutleries clinked and clanked as the family drank one of their brand wines, Amore. A sparkling white wine with a characteristic fruity taste which tended to soft velvet. Paige met Rosa’s gaze across the table and the brunette smiled raising her glass to her lips. When she lowered it she said, “You know, you two, how did you meet?” “Leave the girl alone, Rosa,” Aunt Gemma mumbled. “Question her when we are done eating.” “But Gemma I think it’s alright if the girl wants to speak, looking at that face I know she wants to tell us but If none of you will listen, you can all close your ears and I will do the listening for us."