6: Getting To Know Each Other


    Addison


    “That’s ridiculous and we both know it! Why would hee in here without knocking? And we’ll also lock the door.” I informed him, watching as he slowly sat up, which drew my focus to the fact that he was shirtless and only in a pair of some low slugged pants.


    “Bunny, my brother suspects that this rtionship is fake, so I can’t put it past him that he won’t try toe check if we’re not sleeping in the same bed during the middle of the night. He has spare keys to all doors here, so he can definitely do that,” he exined and I let out a sigh while dragging a hand across my face.


    Again, when I agreed toe here with a fake boyfriend, it wasn’t with someone who I expected to share the bed with.


    Since I didn’t have any other argument, I ruminate through my bag, pulled out my sleeping outfit and disappeared into the bathroom to get changed. When I reappeared, he wasying in bed again, his arms underneath his head as his eyes tracked all of my movements, making me a little ufortable, but also making my skin feel impossibly tight underneath.


    When I approached the bed, a grin was tugging at his lips as his eyes slowly raked over my body.


    “Cute.” He stated and I blushed furiously, knowing I was anything but cute in therge shirt I had on right now, and the baggy pants I chose to pair it with at thest moment. I usually paired the shirt with a pair of shorts, but now that I’d not be spending the night alone like I had initially hope, I had to quickly improvise.


    After that, I was clearing my throat once in stood at the left side of the bed.


    “So, this is how we’ll sleep then. You’ll sleep on that side and stay on your own side throughout the night.” I pointed out, still unable to believe that I was presently sharing a room with a man tonight, much less one I met a few hours ago, who had kissed me more times than I’ve been kissed in my entire life.


    “Okay, bunny,” he drawledzily and I rolled my eyes as I red at him.


    “Can you not call me that in private? We’re not in public so using the nickname is kind of pointless.” I pointed out but he waved me off while shaking his head.


    “But it’s not. I need to get used to calling you that, and you need to get used to being called that as well. Think of it as practice.” as he exined, I folded my arms and scoffed.


    “Maybe find another nickname? This one sucks, and it sounds veryme.”


    He arched a brow at me, his lips twitching. “Oh, is it now? And what kind of nickname would you prefer?”


    I shrugged my shoulders. “something powerful and dangerous, for one.”


    “But this one fits you more. It’s adorable like you are.” He pointed out, and I did try this time, but the flush still came over my face in a hot wave.


    I turned away so he wouldn’t see it, but I think I was toote, cause when I turned back around, he was grinning, and that annoyed me. I pointed to the other side of the bed, and he wordlessly rolled over, and against my will, my eyes tracked the movements of his muscles moving so easily underneath all that ink.


    Seriously, was he addicted to pain? It looks like it hurt as hell.


    “Aren’t you gonna wear a shirt to sleep?” I grumbled because it just hit me right now that I’ll be sharing a bed with someone this hot, and him being shirtless was just gonna make it hard for me to think if we’re gonna be having any conversation tonight.


    “I usually sleep naked, but decided to wear pants tonight for your sake.” He pointed out and I cleared my throat, hating the image he just put in my head right now.


    “Does it really bother you that I’ll be sleeping shirtless? If it’s making you ufortable, I’ll go put a shirt on. I want you to be veryfortable with me.” He suddenly said, all traces of yfulness gone from his face and I swallowed emptily as I regarded him for a bit before shaking my head. It didn’t actually make me ufortable, it just made my blood feel hot in my veins.


    And besides, I need his help on this trip, and I want him to also befortable.


    “No, it’s fine, you can sleep that way.” I muttered as I finally sat on the edge of the bed.


    When I nced back at him, my eyes met with his, and when something searing coursed down my spine, my mouth instantly felt dry and I averted my gaze while exhaling shakily.


    How the fuck would I share a bed with this man tonight? Just sitting at the edge of this bed was making my heart race really hard, and he wasn’t even saying anything, and he wasn’t standing so close to me either, so what was the problem?


    It had to be those intense eyes of his.


    “You shouldy down so we could get to know each other a little before we go to sleep.” He suggested in that low voice of his which had my pulse racing.


    I ended up sliding my legs over the bed, then I awkwardlyid down, my headnding on the pillow he was just using. And that instantly made the smell of his cologne flood my nose at once, the bed was also warm underneath me, making me super aware of the fact that he was just here minutes ago.


    “So, I’ll go first.” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.


    “I’m Zane Igor Carter.” He breathed out. “I went to school here in Italy, then I traveled to America for my masters, and now I live in LA.”


    “You live in LA too?” I asked, feeling surprise flow through me. I didn’t know he was in the same country as myself and Marco this whole time.


    He hummed. “For about five years, yes.”


    “Why did Marco never talk about you? I really never knew he had a brother.” I pointed out before finally ncing sideways at him. He wasn’tying down anymore, he was sitting up, his back resting against the headboard.


    “Cause he’s jealous of me and always wanted to surpass me.” He revealed and my eyes widened cause that was thest thing I had expected him to say.


    “That’s— surprising, and hard to believe.” I muttered and he snorted.


    “Not really, bunny.”


    I ignored that annoying nickname.


    “So this means you’re both fighting? Since when? I thought siblings don’t fight for that long?” I asked but he arched a brow at me this time.


    “Why are we discussing my annoying little brother? Let’s talk about us, bunny. This mission is quite important, right? You want my brother to notice you, then I’m the man to help you with that task. To be able to appear as your boyfriend, I certainly need to know about you as well, so… your turn now.”


    I exhaled slowly and cleared my throat before starting. “Okay, here it goes. I’m Addison Aries Areavas–”


    “Triple A? Sick.” He called out with a small grin and I nodded, fighting off a grin as well.


    “I went to school with Marco, so you know my school, and my school years as well. I went to school in LA and remained there. I was born there too. My parents are alive, but divorced. I have three older siblings, two boys and a girl.”


    He hummed once I was done.


    “Where would we say we met? And how long have we been together?” I asked and he hummed, clearly thinking hard.


    “At a party, and we’ve been together for two years.” He finally responded and I nodded. That sounded believable.


    “Are your siblings aware that you’re still in love with Marco?” He asked this time and shame filled up my entire insides as I shook my head while clearing my throat.


    “Of course not. Not a lot of people know.” I muttered, which was a big lie.


    My siblings were aware. My brothers in particr almost went to beat up Marco five years ago after he cheated on me and they saw how broken I was left, but I managed to convince them against doing that. They had all been vehemently against me bing friends with Marco once again, which was why I didn’t tell them that I’d be attending this wedding, else they’d have definitelye over to physically stop me from leaving.


    Zane let out a hum, but it didn’t sound like he believed me. When he dropped it, I heaved out a relieved sigh.


    “We should probably go to sleep now. The main game starts tomorrow.” He instructed and my heartbeat picked up as I tried to envision how tomorrow might go. Just the thought of having Marco look at and actually focus, just the thought of him staring at me seeing a grown woman meant to be desired, had my heart fluttering with happiness.


    This probably made me more pathetic than I already am, but u wasn’t sure I cared anymore.


    We only live once, don’t we? So why don’t I spend it getting what I want and grabbing it with two hands?? And after all, denying my feelings for him all these years clearly hasn’t helped my situation out at all.


    Which is why this is definitely the best decision that I could make in my present situation.


    I stared at therge space between Zane and I, then I grabbed one of the pillows and ced it between us.


    “Seriously?” He asked with augh but I ignored him as I slipped underneath the covers.


    “I’ll not touch you against your will, that’s definitely something I’ve never done and would never do. I give you my word.” He said from the other side and his words made me rx a little, but I chose not to respond, choosing to pretend like I had fallen asleep instead.