A Fool’s Game
Chapter Two
Savannah
As I walked out of Camilla’s bathroom with her purple Christian Dior dress in hand, I still felt completely confused as of what just happened. Part of me still feels like it’s just some big joke on me. I stood there for a moment and watched as she pulled out all kinds of designer clothes from the shopping bags that had been brought up by the butler. Almost immediately, I walked over beside her. “I’ll hang them up, and put them in the closet for you.”
Camilla threw her head back in laughter, “Don't be silly, one of the maids will do it. You don't work for my father anymore, you work for me now.” A mischievous grin took over her face as she looked at me.
Silently, I nodded and backed away. I could already tell that this was going to be extremely weird. I had done nothing but work since I had gotten out of high school and now, my work consist of dressing up as Camilla Beaumont and acting like her until she gets home from Paris. Am I really going to be able to do this? I knew nothing about acting rich and spoiled. Hell, I knew nothing about designer clothing. The only expensive clothing I owned was a pair of Citizens of Humanity blue jeans that Molly had passed down to me because she could no longer fit into them. Other than that, all of my cloth was bought from normal places that were affordable like American Eagle or Charlotte Russe. They were both fashionable places and at the same time, they were trendy and affordable.
“You may excuse yourself now; it’s time for my afternoon nap.” She said, while yawning. “Make sure you are here tomorrow at noon.”
I cleared my throat nervously and nodded, “What are we doing tomorrow at noon?” I asked, hesitantly.
Camilla immediately rolled her eyes, “You don't really think I am going to let you go on my first date with Sawyer Davenport looking like that, do you? I mean, come on! He isn’t going to be hard to impress but I still don't want to look bad. We will shop tomorrow and make you over a good bit.”
Again, I only nodded and began walking to the door. I still wasn’t sure how I was going to do this. I mean, how am I supposed to act around this Sawyer guy? What if he was extremely weird and too smart to even comprehend? What if he is an arrogant ass whole? Oh my God, what if he wants to have sex? My heart pounded against my chest as I turned back and watched Camilla for a moment, she was beautiful and had tons of sex appeal. Plus, she wasn’t a virgin. Anyone could look at her and tell. How in the world am I going to pull that one off? I couldn’t just come out and tell him I was a virgin. That was totally out of the question, what if he had heard about her from somewhere. The best possible solution I had come up with was to just turn her offer down all together but…I really needed what she was offering. She was going to pay my tuition off, plus all of my previous loans. There was no possible way I could do it myself, obviously because I had three jobs. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I felt like I had too because if I didn’t I would be so much in debt once I get out of school and I didn’t want that.
When I finally made it out of her room, I walked down the long corridor and to the maid’s quarters where I could see Molly talking to a couple more of the maids. They were all giggling while Molly talked, but when she saw me she immediately brushed them off, “Oh my God! What in the hell just happened? Did you get fired?” All of the questions came out at once, and I almost couldn’t think.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to tell Molly. Should I keep it to myself, or should I just tell her? I took a deep breath and a small smile crept onto my lips. “If I tell you, you have to promise you can’t say anything…To anyone.” I told her, as I pulled her to the small table in the middle of the room and sat her down. The whole room was quiet, and the white walls gave off a small sense of calmness. I looked towards the other group of maids that were sitting there watching us intently.
Molly giggled and held her pink out to me, “Come on Savannah, you know I won’t tell a soul!” After that, she looked over to the group as well and gave them the ‘get the hell out of here’ look. I couldn’t help but giggle.
I took a deep breath, hoping that I could count on Molly to keep her mouth shut about the whole deal. Once again, I looked around the room to make sure that no one else was around. “She offered to pay all of my student loans and tuition off if I just act like her for a couple of months while she’s in Paris.”
After blurting it out, the room became suffocatingly quiet. Molly sat there for a moment, looking extremely confused. “So in all, Camilla is pretty much paying you off to be her for a couple of months?” She asked, making sure she heard me right.
Silently, I nodded feeling almost too embarrassed to tell Molly that I was so desperate that I agreed to be her. “Pretty much. She said something about an arranged marriage with some guy. And I have to pretend to date him for the next two months. It’s insane if you ask me.”
After more silence, a small smile formed on Molly’s lips. “And…? What did you say?” She questioned, almost excitedly.
I swallowed hard, “Well, she offered to pay off all of my schooling…How I could possibly turn that down?” After I replied, I quickly began talking again. “There isn’t a part of me that agrees on doing this though; I think it’s crazy and it will never work!”
Molly squealed with excitement and I couldn’t help but giggle at her, “Of course it will work! You guys look almost exactly alike. It’s like…You guys are like…Long lost sisters.” She said, still laughing. Molly was right, Camilla and I did resemble but not to the point where we could be related.
“Me and that girl, long lost sisters? You’ve got to be kidding me! She’s crazy spoiled and well, I would hate to get to know her bitch side.” I told Molly, hoping that no one could hear through the wooden doors that led to the hallway. I would hate to get fired before I even started.
Molly completely ignored what I had just said and began asking more questions, “So who is the lucky man that you’re going to be wooing for the next two months?” I almost told her that It wouldn’t matter if I told her his name, she wouldn’t know him anyways but after a moment it dawned on me that Molly would in fact know exactly who Sawyer Davenport. She had grown up in an elite, rich family.
After shrugging and acting like I didn’t care I told her, “She mentioned some guy named Sawyer. Maybe it was Sawyer Davenport.”
Molly’s lips formed into an O shape and she sat there for a long moment in silence. Was I missing something? Please don't tell me that he is some kind of weirdo. “What’s with the face?” I asked, suspiciously. Knowing my luck, he was going to be some terrible guy. I had gotten caught up in Camilla’s nonsense and didn’t even think to ask about him!
She shook her head almost immediately and smiled, “Nothing…His father is the owner of The Alluvian. I went to middle school with Sawyer, but I wasn’t allowed to hang out around with him. Then, he was in and out of boarding schools during his high school years. All I know was that he was a very devious little boy. Then, once he went off to college in Europe he never came back…Well, at least until now.”
Silently, I nodded. There wasn’t a part of me that wanted to hear any more about Sawyer Davenport. By what I had just learned from Molly, he hadn’t been the best guy to be around in his younger years. It took all I had to not wonder about how he would actually be now. “Well, good thing that it’s only two months. I can do anything for two months right?” It almost sounded as if I was trying to convince myself.
Molly smiled softly and nodded her head, “Of course, just don't fall for the guy. I hear he is pretty good looking now days, and hell, he was a charmer in middle school. No telling how bad it is now! Knowing him and his family, they are only in it for the money though.”
I laughed out loud and shook my head, “If you haven’t noticed Molls, I have never even had a relationship! And the only guy I came close to actually liking, didn’t even call me back after the fifth date we had. I think it’s safe to say that no guy is interested in charming me and falling in love isn’t going to happen! I mean, it’s nothing but a harmless game. Love is totally out of the question.”
I sat back and relaxed as Camilla went over and over the important things that I might need to know in case something happened but honestly, the only thing that had crossed my mind the whole time was that I could definitely get used to this. She had people pretty much waiting on her hand and foot all day and I couldn’t help but think that she had the life and it was much, much better than mine.
It was the first time I had ever been in a limo, and I was no longer interested in the things Camilla had to tell me. The only thing I wanted to do was block her out completely and take in this amazing moment. She wasn’t making it easy for me though, “Now, what’s your full name?”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed out a breath. “Camilla Grace Beaumont.” She must think I am stupid if she thinks as much as she has gone over all of this crap that I’ll forget.
A small smile formed on her lips, “Nickname?”
“Cami.”
Camilla looked over a couple of more pages through her spiral notebook and I couldn’t help but think that she was literally going all out for this. “Where were you born?”
“Nantucket; May I ask why you think all of this is so important?” I asked, trying my best to not to sound as if I were complaining.
She tossed her platinum blonde hair behind her shoulder and smiled, “There is no telling who you will be around or when. Plus, Sawyer will more than likely ask the basic things and if you don't know this stuff what are you going to tell him Savannah?” She asked, as if I were a stupid little child. My argument was no longer existent so she moved on to the next question, “Now, where did you attend school?”
“I was home schooled all throughout grade school and middle school. I attended Saint Mary’s Private Academy for girls in high school.” The answers to all of the questions she asked me were pretty much burned into the back of my brain; there was no chance in hell that I was forgetting them anytime soon. I had always been like that though; it was very easy for me to remember things. It was probably the reason why I had graduated at the top of my class and got accepted to one of the best colleges in New York City.
“Perfect! I couldn’t have picked a better girl!” Camilla squealed excitedly and clapped loudly. “Now on to the next thing, I assume you being a woman of twenty two that you are experienced in the dating field?”
I sat there for a moment in silence as she sized me up, “Define, experienced.” I asked, sheepishly. Though, I didn’t have to ask and I didn’t really know what I called myself doing. Maybe I was just trying to buy myself a little time before I had to embarrass myself completely.
Camilla’s excited facial expression diminished and suddenly she looked slightly distressed. “Have you ever been in a relationship?” She questioned, with her eye brows raised.
My cheeks were probably burning with color and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. The only other person I talked about my dating life with was Molly and she totally understood. The only relationships I had ever really been in was with Conner Beckett in the fourth grade and Mason Stanhope. My relationship with Conner only lasted for a week and a day. Though, I was very much in love with him. Well, as much as a fourth grader could be in love. I was distraught when he broke up with me and even more distraught when I saw him holding hands with my best friend at the time, Mallory Smith, at recess the next day. And well, Mason…I wasn’t even sure if you could call that a relationship. We had gone out on about five dates in a span of six weeks. We had only kissed once, and I did a great job with making that awkward enough for the both of us.
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The night was beautiful as Mason and I strolled though the park. The silence was comfortable and every now and then, I would look up to the blonde haired male walking beside me and slightly blush. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he was doing here with me, when he could more than likely have any woman he wanted but Molly stressed to me about not worrying about that. If Mason wanted to be with me, then he would be. No matter if I was rich or poor. I couldn’t help but worry, the only time we talked were on these so called dates that he would take me on and never in between them. And sometimes during the dinners, he wouldn’t say a word. When I asked Molly about it, she would only tell me that a lot of rich people do that. Mostly people with old money. They think of dinner as a time of silence and relaxation. I didn’t like it though. It made everything that much awkward because I was raised in households that spoke about any and everything during dinner. To the families I lived with, dinner was a time to be together and catch up about their days.
I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, willing myself to not look up at him again because every time I did, he would catch me and flash me an add smile as if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be here or not. He could at least let me know, it’s not like we had been dating a year. It was only our fourth date! To say it drove me insane with wonder was an understatement. I wanted to know what this was. If it was anything.
“Mason?” Uncontrollably, my lips began moving and I suddenly hated myself for even trying to start the conversation.
Mason cleared his throat and almost looked as if he was pulling himself out of a day dream, “Yes?”
I racked my mind for something else- anything else to say, but nothing came to mind. I was stuck and I knew it. “Well…I was just wondering. These so called dinner dates we go on…Are they real dates or are they just for fun?” I asked, hesitantly. Honestly, I was ready for the worst.
He slightly laughed, and kept his slow pace. “Can’t they be real dates that are just for fun?” Mason asked, and my cheeks suddenly filled with a scorching heat that I couldn’t help but notice.
Of course, none of this was permanent. I swallowed my pride and smiled despite the fact that my feelings were slightly hurt. “Of course they can be. I just wanted us to be on the same page.” I replied.
Mason laughed again and shoved his hands deep down in his pockets, “I would consider them real dates but as for anything permanent, I don't think I am ready for that just yet.”
Silently, I nodded and I noticed we were approaching my loft. In that moment in time, I couldn’t have been anymore happier. I had totally mortified myself and honestly, I didn’t want to be anywhere around him until he had time to forget about the whole conversation which it probably wouldn’t take him long. I just didn’t want him thinking that I was trying to push for something he wasn’t ready for. I mean, we hadn’t even kissed yet and I am trying to take it to the next level! How psychotic!
He walked me up the patio steps of my loft, and with no words I began searching for my keys. When I finally did find them, I turned my back towards Mason, began unlocking the door while trying to contain the tears that were bound to fall out sooner or later. Once I had the door open, I turned back to Mason who was watching me with an amused smile.
“Well, I guess this is good night, then?” I asked, trying my best to brush off our previous conversation.
Mason immediately stepped forward with his eyes closed and leaned his head in towards mine, just as I stuck my hand out to shake his hand. I stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, but when his eyes opened I quickly took a step back. He was about to kiss me and I stuck my hand out to shake his hand! There was no telling how my facial expression looked at that moment, because Mason laughed out. “Okay, so you don't want to kiss me?” It was more like a statement rather than a question.
I did want to kiss him though. I wouldn’t mind Mason being my first kiss, only I had to go and ruin it. After that, he stuck his hand out with a broad smile on his face. For a moment, I was hesitant in taking it but I shook the feelings away and stuck my hand in his. Though, instead of Mason actually shaking my hand, he pulled me into his stocky built body and raised his hand to stroke my cheek. “Can I kiss you? I have waited all night.”
Shock ran over my body and I couldn’t believe he was actually asking to kiss me after what I had just done! I swallowed hard and realized that I was about to have my first real kiss with Mason Stanhope. A small smile crept onto my lips and I slowly nodded my head, yes. As soon as he had the go ahead, Mason slowly moved in towards me and planted his juicy lips right onto mine. For it being my first kiss, it was perfect. Honestly, butterflies were roaming all around in my stomach and my knees were feeling so weak that if he let go of my waist, I would probably fall to the ground into a heap.
I rolled my eyes completely as I thought back to Mason. He was nothing but a player that knew exactly how to lure a woman in with his amazing personality and beautiful looks. And those lips sure did help him out as well. Yes, it was a perfect first kiss but it would have been even more perfect if he hadn’t turned out as such a douche bag. After that night, we had one more date and I never heard from him again. Then, weeks later, I found out that he had gotten back together with his ex-girlfriend that he had been with for years before.
“Savannah!” Camilla hissed, and I jumped out of my day dream. “Are you going to answer me anytime soon? Have you ever been in a relationship?” I could tell that she was agitated and getting annoyed with me.
“Well…Um, what do you consider a relationship?”
Camilla immediately rolled her eyes and brought her fingers up to her temples and began rubbing them as if she had a head ache. “Please tell me that you have at least kissed someone before?”
Again, my cheeks began burning with heat but I was thankful that I could at least answer one of the questions with a positive answer. “Once…” I told her, but immediately interrupting myself again. “Well, twice if you count pecking with Conner Beckett behind the jungle gym in the fourth grade.” It was absolutely like word vomit. I was only meant to think it, but instead it actually came out as words.
“If you insist on counting that one time then fine..." She said, as she rolled her eyes. Every part of me felt mortified and I suddenly wanted to jump out of the window into the oncoming traffic. Instead, I settled for staring out of the window and acted as if she wasn’t sitting right in front of me, staring at me intently. “Well? Aren’t you going to tell me about your other kiss?” She questioned.
That one, I really didn’t want to tell her about. Silently, I shrugged. “It was just a kiss.” I murmured, wanting to totally disappear from the limo but I couldn’t. I mean, anyone else would feel just as embarrassed. This girl was obviously experienced, and knew how to work a man. And I had no clue.
“You only kissed him once? Are you a good kisser?” She questioned.
Again, I only shrugged. How in the world was I supposed to know if I was a good kisser or not? “How am I supposed to know that?”
“Did the guy not tell you, you were a good kisser?”
Almost immediately, the color drained from my face. Oh my gosh! I am a terrible kisser! Mason had never told me that I was a good kisser and plus, after that one time, he never tried again. That must mean I am a terrible kisser. "Was he supposed to tell me that?"
Camilla giggled, "Well almost every man that I have kissed told me that I was amazing at everything I did."
Oh great, I am going supposed to be acting as a woman that it pretty much amazing at everything; in and out of bed. I swallowed hard, and I suddenly felt extremely nervous. There wasn’t a part of me that ever thought this was going to be easy, but as I sat there getting to know Camilla and her ways, I realized that she was completely different from me and my ways. For me, this would probably be the most difficult thing I ever had to do and every part of me was starting to regret the fact that I accepted her offer. There was no way I would be able to just change completely and what if I give myself away? Everything would probably be ruined.
"Now, off to more important things. Like… Clothing, makeup and hair. No offense but do you have any shape at all? I can’t tell from the baggy jeans and sweaters. You have an appointment for hair and makeup at four so we better get a move on it." She stated as she looked down to her huge gold rimmed, Micheal Kors watch.
My eyes shifted from her down to my attire and I frowned, "I do have a shape!" I said almost offensively. "I would rather wear something comfortable than be uncomfortable all day."
She took a deep breath and then shook her head as the limo came to a halting stop, "That’s going to have to change and that’s also why we are going shopping." Camilla rolled down the window to show me that we were being dropped off right outside Bergdorf Goodman. I knew that every part of this deal was a little sketchy and not good but there was one part that I would enjoy immensely. Shopping. "Now, I do most of my shopping at Bergdorf Goodman but I also like Saks Fifth Avenue and Henri Bendel Store. This is where you shall do most of your shopping because we have accounts in all three. The only thing you will have to do is try on the cloths and sign a receipt. The bill will be sent straight to the estate where my father will handle it. As for other shopping places, you will get twenty thousand in your bank account every two weeks to do whatever you please."
Everything Camilla had explained after that went right through one ear and out the other. My mind was completely stuck on the fact that she was plain out giving me twenty thousand dollars each week to spend freely. For a moment, I thought I was going to have a heart attack when she told me. There was so much that I could so with twenty thousand dollars that it was crazy. I suddenly felt that even if I was the most terrible kisser in the world, kissing and acting like Sawyer Davenport’s fiancé was totally worth it. If Camilla didn’t have a problem with me kissing her fiancé, then I didn’t either. I could either look at it in a totally negative way or either consider it positive. Sawyer Davenport could be practice for when the man for me actually comes into my life; then, I won’t have to worry about being inexperienced when it comes to kissing.
I opened the door to the limo and moved to get out, but before I could, Camilla grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back in. "One more thing- always wear sunglasses when you leave the estate, unless its night time. I can’t take any chances." Camilla threw a pair of black, Gucci sunglasses at me as if they were cheap and stepped out of the limo as if she owned the whole sidewalk under her feet.
Okay, so i know i kind of stropped abruptly but i had to or else this chapter would have probably been wayyyyy too long!
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