Arabella’s POV

“What?!” Julian snapped like his boss hadn't just made a joke. It was a very respectful snap, but a snap is a snap.

“Erm… yeah. He's my fiancé.” I said, standing beside his boss.

“How?” Julian asked, obviously pained and disturbed.

“That's none of your business, but I'd like you to know that I didn't cheat on you once.” I said, grabbing his hand gently. “Let's go to your office.”

His boss looked at me with confusion for a while, then played along with it almost immediately. He led me to his office, leaving Julian dumbfounded. He looked way more shocked than I expected him to be. I initially thought he'd see it as the joke that it was made out to be, but then I was potentially seeing it as more.

“What just happened out there?” His boss asked, closing the door behind us.

“I don't know either.” I said, finding it really hard to breathe. My chest tightened, and I was unable to remain cool. I was pacing around his beautiful office, feeling heat despite the cold in that room.

“You and Julian are together?”

“Were. “ I sighed. “And since I dragged you into all of these, he cheated on me, and I broke up with him.”

“So, that night when we met, it was because of him.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, trying to stop the tears from falling off my eyes.

“That's a lot. It must be hard on you.” He said, looking straight into my eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“It's alright. It's not your fault.” I shrugged. “And do you think he believes what just happened outside?”

“I wouldn't have, because that was literally just a joke.”

“What's your name?” I asked.

“Alexander Jameson.” He said, maintaining eye contact with me. “What's yours?”

“Arabella Delilah Wilson .” I said, and he smiled.

“You have beautiful names.” He complimented me. “And my name is Samson also by the way.”

“Don't take that joke where I think you're taking it too.” I said, and we laughed.

That was genuinely the first time I had laughed in the past few days.

“So, Alexander, how about we make it real? But we're the only ones that know that it's fake?” I asked, and Alexander looked at me for a while.

He went silent, and was probably more shocked by the audacity I possess to spring something this crazy up on him. I literally had a plan to propose! It should be no shock.

“Before I give an answer, why do you want this? and what do I get from this?” Alexander asked, and I sighed.

“I want to make him greatly jealous. I want him to beg and beg, and I want him to suffer for once.” I said. “And I don't know what you'd get from this. What do you want?”

“Earlier, I didn't want anything, but now that you mention it, I think I might also have an ex that I want to spite.” He winked at me, and I laughed.

“So, fake dating?” I asked, and he stood up, absolutely overshadowing me with his height.

“Fake dating.” He repeated, and we shook hands.

“How about you have a seat, and let me get to know my fiancée?” Alexander asked with a smile, and I sat down.

He got us drinks from his fridge, and we got to talking. The whole conversation went so smoothly that I thought I had just met with an old friend of mine. We connected really well, and it seemed to relieve stress from the both of us. He had a good laugh, and I did too.

We made a list of rules, and the things we'd have to do together to make it all work, and in the shortest time frame possible.

“So, I have to leave now.” I said, taking a pause since I had spent more than an hour with him. I lost track of time only to see that it was two hours we had spent.

“I'll walk you downstairs. Did you bring your car?” Alexander asked.

“Yeah.” I muttered.

“Okay then, maybe my chauffeur would take you home some other time.” He said, and I giggled.

“Why do I feel like I'd enjoy the most out of this?”

“You can never tell.” He chuckled, as we walked into the elevator.

When we got down, he held my hand out of the blue, and I couldn't fight it. There were so many eyes on me, that I'd have preferred sinking into the ground, with the number of eyes watching me.

“Okay.” He said, opening the door for me.

“That was a lot.” I chuckled, and he shrugged.

“You'd soon get used to it.” He winked at me, watching me get into my car.

I drove off immediately, ready to make Julian's life a living hell through his boss.

***

I arrived back at my apartment feeling lighter. There was this sigh of relief I released as I crashed into the chair. Life might just be really good.

“Tell me where you're coming from, or I'll use this spatula to beat your brains off.” Skye threatened, flashing the spatula before me.

“Girl relax.” I said, sitting up. A bit of me was scared because she would actually beat me.

“The spatula has thinner patience than I do.” Skye hissed.

“I wanted to see Julian…”

“Okay, I'll beat the shit out of you!” She was about to beat me, and my mouth suddenly became faster.

“I met with his boss who's now my fiancé!” I cried out, and her hand hung mid air.

“Ou!” She winked at me. “Why didn't you start with that?”

“You were really going to beat me.” I hissed.

“Spill the tea now.” She ordered, and I spilled.

“Damn!” She chuckled. “Okay, I'm so into this.”

I might have left out the fact that it's to get Julian back. I couldn't risk getting in a bad shape because I annoyed her by being stupid.

“So, I think I have a meeting with him tomor…”

“This is the NYPD! Open up!” There was a very loud knock on my door.

“Okay? So? You gotta fucking calm down!” Skye snapped, as I went to open the door.

“What is it?” I asked, opening the door, but several of them just stumped me, and one pushed me onto the chair, and put my hands behind my back.

There was commotion in the room. Skye was screaming, and I was too. The police were shouting, and everything seemed to be turning upside down.

“You're under arrest for the murder of Silas Sebastian. Anything you say or do, can…” The officer read out my rights while Skye kept shouting.

“Murder? That girl can't even kill a damn roach! What do you mean by murder?” Skye argued.

They were all screaming and shouting, while the shock I felt made me zone out.

What do they mean by murder? Who the hell is even Silas?