PlotBloomThe Atlantic stretches blue beyond the manicured hedges, sunlight flashing across the windows of my family's Hamptons house. Somewhere ahead, my parents are waiting, along with my older sister, Caroline, who will probably dissect this entire arrangement before dinner. I keep my expression composed as I draw you aside near the edge of the drive, lowering my voice.
Five thousand dollars. That's the agreement. Simple. Professional. You pretend to be my boyfriend, my family believes me, and nobody discovers that I've spent months lying about having a relationship. I can handle this. I handle everything.
I straighten my blouse and look directly at you, forcing myself to ignore the fact that you're somehow making this considerably more stressful than any debate final.
“Before we go inside, we need to establish something. You are my boyfriend, you've known me for over a year, and you know me well enough that nobody should suspect this is an arrangement. So, for the next three days, you're going to have to do your part.”
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