Between Love and Loathing: Dom and Clara's Fake Dating Story

“I hate them, but I like you.”

“I hate them, but I like you.”

“I hate them, but I like you.”

“No, it’s not fraud. That’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through,”

If I could have built a building of her curves, drawn her into a blueprint, designed her into some structure, I would have.

She stood there, a goddamn beacon of color in my white-marbled lobby.

“You’re reading romance?” Didn’t I romance her enough?

“I just wanted pictures up of people I care about.”

I think I lost my heart there. Lost it all to him. “But I’m up there.”

“Yes. Well, I think I might care about you most.”

When I walked out of the study and saw her, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her or flee from her.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I muttered. “Just fine.”

I was not in fact fucking fine.

I was falling in love with my fake girlfriend.

She could have asked for the world, and I would have given it to her at this point to make her stay.