Call It Business ( Book 3 of 'Call It' Series )

Chapter 33 | Faking It

"They both don't know how to date," Cameron had said once upon a time at the camp, "For the last six years, the dark lord hasn't had a real relationship since we obviously don't count the one-time flings and famous short-lived affairs. And you, Barbarella, I don't know about your dating history, but it's easy to guess your spontaneous tendencies and hard-to-get-attention doesn't let you go for the record of the longest relationships either."

Yet, here they were.

On their way to one.

A fake one.

Yep.

Macy had already gone ahead and made herself believe that it was just a casual event in her fake marriage with her fake husband.

It was just a little caution she'd instinctively taken the moment the villain had uttered the word.

It made sense, truly. In his devious, calculating mind, he must have already come up with a scheme to shut the rumors about their marriage once and for all by being seen in public as a family.

Why else would he take Foxy with them, right?

No, he had thought of it all. Having grabbed Foxy and her jacket, he had put the plan in action, in which they were going to paint the perfect family picture, wave at a few cameras, and then they could actually start their newest quest to find out about the Club Arcane and possible smugglers -

"Where are we?" Macy mumbled, hunching forward and peeking through the busy, familiar street as the car abruptly stopped.

"I'll be right back," The villain murmured absently, dropping Foxy's bouncy figure on her lap and adjusting his black, suit jacket before he opened the door and got out of the car.

Looking after him in confusion, Macy absently scratched behind Foxy's ears, who seemed to have a few complaints about his dad leaving them behind since he tried to bounce down the car after him.

While that option was definitely tempting, she suddenly felt a little, uncharacteristically nervous to ruin the villain's plans.

It was because he'd used the word 'date' instead of the comfortable concept of a 'quest' for the love of gods! Apparently, a simple word was enough to play with the adjustments of her setting and break her down.

Twisting her lips, she directed her glare at the partition. Yep. Her wicked husband had thought of every detail and had gotten the driver to close the partition of the limousine, preventing her from asking a million questions and exchanging any secrets with the hotel's driver.

Whatever, this quest was nerve-wracking, and she hated it, it was stupid, honestly, it made absolutely no sense that he had shown up out of nowhere, refused to inform her about their main mission, and taken her out on a fake date -

Her inner rant came to a halt as the door of the limousine opened, and her husband climbed back into its leather seat across hers, getting Foxy immediately jump on his lap.

Traitor, Macy thought, repressing her lips together as her eyes narrowed on the fox.

Then again, Gerard Blanchard had the most annoying superpowers and was powerful at the art of the darkest charms because he read her mind the moment his jade gaze flickered to her. A playful smirk dancing on the corner of his mouth, he scratched under Foxy's jaw with his leather-gloved hand and murmured, "You are getting your mom jealous, and that's not a good idea –"

Oh, for the love of -

"For the last time, sir, I have never been jealous of," She emphasized in a honeyed note, waving a hand excessively to gesture around, "Anything. Ever."