Their Paid Girl

Their Paid Girl - Part 17

          

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          “What are you doing?” I hissed at Adam while trying not to move my lips.

          Adam gave me his same angelic smile that I wasn’t buying. “Don’t you think it’s time we told them, babe?” he said loudly.

          I narrowed my eyes into slits. “If you value all the parts of your anatomy, then shut your biggest one right this instant,” I muttered to him in a low voice.

          Adam gave a quiet chuckle and stepped closer to me. He wrapped me in a guarded hug. “Tell me the real reason you go on these dates or I’ll tell everyone here that we’re already married,” he whispered into my ear while making it look innocent.

          My eyes widened. He wouldn’t... Yes, he would.

          “I could make it into a really good story, too,” Adam added under his breath, still holding me. “A road trip, a drunken night together, a baby on its way... Oh, the possibilities here are endless.”

          I pulled away from him and gave him a furious look while I chewed my lip and thought about it. If Adam so much as made a peep about marriage, then everything would eventually come out, no matter how much I would deny being married to Adam. Everyone would start going on about my fake engagement that Mrs. Weston was so excited about. And it wouldn’t only be my fault, but Scott would be pulled into this as well. My cover would be blown before both families, and Adam would undoubtedly make it his mission to give me the reputation of being the biggest prostitute on campus, whether I deserved it or not. My life would be ruined, my jobs would all disappear, and I’d never see Angel until after I graduated and got a steady-paying job. Which would take years of struggle. All this painted a rather bleak picture.

“Fine,” I bit out. “I’ll tell you later. Now make the Westons leave.”

          “Promise?” Adam asked sweetly in a normal voice. People around us were now chuckling, evidently considering this all to be good-natured. If only they knew what a demon child Adam really was. He can just go die in a hole of his own choosing.

          “I’m not promising you anything,” I returned stoutly. “There’s some catch here that I don’t see yet and until I—”

          But I stopped talking when Adam sighed and reached for my hand again. I panicked.

          “Okay, I promise!” I whispered urgently to him. He graced me with a self-satisfied smirk which immediately made me want to kick him in several very imaginative spots.

          “Adam?” Mr. Ferrell eventually asked, frowning at his son.

          I stared at Adam, pleading with my eyes. Please don’t say it, please don’t say it, PLEASE, Adam, prove that you have a soul...even if it’s just remnants of one...

          Adam glanced at my face. And I saw something change in his expression. He let me go and stepped away smoothly, running a hand through his thick wavy hair. He shrugged apologetically at the guests, grinning. “Sorry, just a little harmless teasing. I couldn’t help it.”

          People took Adam’s word for it, giving us curious glances but eventually moving away to bid the Westons farewell. Adam left me and said something in a low voice to Mr. Weston, who nodded placidly, sent me a small wave and smile, then escorted his wife out the doors.