03

I rest my chin on my hand and look around at the room boredly, I have to attend a meeting with Isaac since he’s my ‘fiancé.’

Whatever.

I’m meant to be listening but it’s too boring, there isn’t any point if they aren’t including me in the conversation ; I’m happy though.

I’d rather not be included, he’s 22 I’m 18 ; wow major difference. It may not be to other people but considering I’m still in high school because I started prep a year late.

« So what do you think miss Richardson ? » I shake my head and look at the old man with wide eyes.

« S-sorry what ? » They all chuckle and I look at mr Miller with wide eyes, he smirks.

« For the new building that mr Miller had planned ? What do you think about it ? » He asks.

« Uh… I… I think it’s great ! » I exclaim even though I haven’t a clue what they are talking about.

« Then it’s settled, oh and congratulations yet again ; young love is so beautiful » another man smiles.

We look at each other ‘lovingly’ even though I’m actually looking at him with disgust because he’s a disgusting person…

Isaac stands and firmly clasps his hand with the other men, I shake their hands as well and then we all leave.

« Was the meeting that boring ? » He asks me and I nod quickly.

« I feel sorry for you » I mutter.

« It’s not that bad… Oh and we have an interview tomorrow » I sigh.

« You’re making up how we met and how we grew to love each other » I say.

He sighs « fine. »

« So are you dropping me home ? » I ask as he opens the door for me, I slide in and he shuts it then walks around the side of the car and opens his door.

He shuts it and starts the car « you are living with me » he says driving off.

« Why ? »

« Because you are my fiancé » he says, he is really really British.

Like British people are amazing, their voices !

« We aren’t married yet so we don’t need to start living together » I say, I can’t handle being in the same car as him so who says I can handle being in the same house as him.

« It needs to be believable because no one has seen us together out in the public » I shrug.

« Not my fault that you didn’t choose Amelia, she wanted to get married to you » he smirks.

« So I heard. »

« You are so British ! » I blurt out, he raises a tidy eyebrow.

« Well I was born there… »

« Why’d you have to come here » I mutter to myself.

We stop in front of a massive mansion with lots of balconies and a pool as well as a tennis court.

I open the door and step out in awe « you live here ? » It’s even bigger then my house, he nods.

« Sure do… »

« Wow » I gasp.

Rich bitch…

I follow him inside and close the door behind me, inside is just as beautiful ; the walls are white, there’s a fire place..

There is also two joining stair ways which is cool…

I still want to go home, my home is more comfortable and I don’t want to be anywhere near him.

Why are girls even interested in him ?

Because he’s hot…

Shut up !

Deep breaths Claudia, deeeeepppp breaths…

He leads me to a double door room and opens it, the walls are again white and a bed sits in the middle of the room.

There is also a bathroom with a spa and the shower could fit like four people, anyways…

« This is your room » I nod and sit down on the bed.

« Can’t I live at my house ? » He scowls at me.

« No so shut the f*ck up » I gasp and glare at him.

« How dare you ?! » I yell.

He rolls his eyes and walks out of the room, nice second impression…

I take out my phone as a notification buzzes my phone. It’s a message from my mum to make an account for our relationship ship to which I sigh. Do I really have to do this ? Is it really really necessary ? I sigh and open Instagram to make our ‘ship’ account named Claudiac.

I make a password and put the profile picture as a photo that was taken when he did the fake proposal, I create the account cringing and immediately follow Isaac Millers account.

How does he have 3 million followers again ?

I receive a follow back and a banging next door is heard « CLAUDIA ! » He roars storming in the room.

« Have a problem ? » I raise an eyebrow, I can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

« As a matter of fact I do, no one knows about us yet ! » He shouts.

« Arrange a meeting » I shrug even though he has, this is my plan.

Annoy him, insult him, then he will cancel the whole thing !

Why couldn’t he choose plain old Amelia, well she’s more attractive but I’m more amazing…

She’s a bitch.

« Follow my private account on Instagram » I say wanting to be followed by someone famous.

He scowls but follows me anyway then starts laughing « only 100 followers ? » I roll my eyes.

« I only have family and friends and you have perverts and stalkers » he shrugs.

« Isn’t your dad famous ? » I nod.

« Yeah but I decline ! Ever heard of that ? » He shrugs.

« Scaredy cat » I glare at him.

« No I’m not… »

« Prove it » I grumble words under my breath and put my account as not private.

« Happy ? » I ask and he smirks.

« Very… »

« We gotta take some selfies to post on our account ! » I say hoping it will somehow irritate him, he shrugs.

« Okay » I mentally pout, we take a couple of photos and I post them on our account.

I snatch his phone and airdrop the photos to him then post one where I’m looking good and tag myself, I make the comment ‘love her so much, this freaking hottie…’ He glares knowing I tried to make it as cringe worthy as I could.

« I sound like a creep » I shrug.

« You’ll live. »

My phone flashes with notifications and I notice people have started following me, I smile smugly.

People also follow our ship account…

« You seriously couldn’t wait ? » He asks annoyed.

« I like seeing you mad. »

« Of course you do » he grumbles walking out.