"I guess I will start doing that for your sake love," he smiled at me.
The endearment he made use of caused my heart to beat more faster than it have ever done. My breathe hitching in my throat despite knowing his words might be part of the faking deal.
"Mr Meka," the handsome man from the meeting three days ago smiled when he saw Meka. His announcement of my fake boyfriend making the entire people standing turn to give Meka either a look of hate, or one of admiration.
The females in the group were all looking at our joined hands. Their displeasure wasn't hidden at all. If anything, it was in plain view.
Today his hair wasn't slicked back at all. It was just roughly combed. The careless way he left his hair made him really dope.
His sea green suit looks like it was custom made for him
