Chapter 12

I swear that I have never been so shocked in my life. Seeing the black 2023 model bugatti isn't the only shocking thing here but the fact that he actually showed up is what is most shocking. I stare at him as he steps out of the car feeling all big and high. I am not even dressed up yet because I didn't know that he would actually come. He walks over to me and I shift backward closer to the entrance of my apartment.

"Are you going in your sweatpants?" he asks pointing to what I'm wearing and that's when I return to reality.

I nod my head and quickly shake it again. "Um, did you have to come in grand style? Isn't this too much?" I point to the car; I don't even want to guess the price of the car so I won't end up with a high blood pressure.

He turns to look at the car before turning back to me, "It's not my fault that I'm surrounded with luxury, can't help it." He shrugs.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, "Well um, just give me a few minutes, let me put on something."

He nods before scanning the apartment with a look that tells me he's already judging.

"How the hell do you people live here? Is it habitable? Aren't you afraid of contacting a disease or something?"

I open my mouth in disbelief as I hear him say that. Tell me he didn't just say that. Then again, he's Niklaus McDonalds, which I recently discovered how wealthy and powerful his family is. So it explains his attitude, his fanciness and his entire arrogant personality.

I place my arms across my chest, "Well I am sorry that where I live is nothing compared to your mansion but it's very affordable and of course very habitable to live in. If you don't like it, you can hop in your luxurious ride and get lost." I say with a deep frown on my face. God, can he be less annoying?

He raises his hands in the air in defense, "Whoa, I was just speaking facts, didn't mean to insult your pretty little mansion."

There he goes again! I huff in annoyance, "You know what? You don't really have to go with me to the reunion and pretend to be my boyfriend. It's better to laughed at than to have an asshole like you act as my boyfriend."

"How the fuck am I acting like an asshole? Just a little truth and you're bitter?"

I shut my eyes and heave a sigh and just before I can say anything, his phone starts to ring and he dips his hand into his pocket to bring it out. After glancing at the caller, he places the phone over his ear.

"What's up, Lester?"

At the mention of Lester, I quickly recall that I actually have to bring the popular writer, Lester, to my company or my manager would skin me alive. I have sent countless of emails to him but he hasn't replied to any of them. I can't count the amount of times that I tried getting his manager to help me get through to him but he kept telling me that Lester wanted nothing to do with any company and that he preferred working alone.

I return from my thought and fix my eyes on him.

"Come on Lester, you, a writer, have more fans than lots of celebrities who hosts numerous concerts."

Wait, did I hear him correctly? Is it the same writer Lester I know? He knows him? Not just that, they seem very close too!

I take in a long breath as I wait for him to finish talking.

"We should go for a drink later, yeah sure." He says before he hangs up and places the phone back into his pocket.

I gulp and move closer to him holding my hands together and giving him the prefect smile I have ever had on my face. His eyes scan my every movement and I see confusion in them.

"Um, Niklaus, who was that? Was that the writer, Lester Lambert? The author of Demon's lifeline?"

He stares at me but doesn't say anything and just dips his hands into his pockets.

"Is he? I hear you call him a writer, is he Lester Lambert?"

"And why I should tell you?"

I almost roll my eyes but I stop myself, "Please, I… I just want to know."

"Why should I disclose my friend's information to a stranger?"

Wait, what? A stranger? I'm a stranger now? Oh wow, are we still considered strangers after fucking?

"I'm not trying to pry into your personal life; we actually know practically nothing about each other so I get it but…"

"Why do you want to know? Who knows, you could be an assassin." He shrugs.

Is he serious right now, an assassin?

"If I am assassin, I would have killed you on the night we fucked."

He keeps quiet for a moment as registering what I have said. "Well, you might not have been sent to kill me." He shrugs.

"What kind of an asshole are you? Just tell me if it's Lester Lambert or not?"

"Go get dressed and let's go. I will tell you in the car."

"You're such an asshole, go away; I'm not coming with you." His phone binges and when he glances at it I see his face hardens with a very deep frown.

He raises his head to look at me, "I want you to go on a date with me."

What the hell? Where is that coming from? Is he mentally deranged?

"What? On a date with you? I don't understand, didn't you come here to go to my reunion with me?"

He nods, "Yeah, but since you're no longer interested in going, why don't you go on a date with me where I would pretend to be your boyfriend and you would pretend to be my girlfriend? We just have to put on a good show that would leave questions."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Why do I feel like you're scheming something?"

He shrugs, "I'm scheming nothing. You have nothing to lose, in fact, you are gaining big time."

"And how would I gain from that?"

"You get to go on a date with someone like me…" I roll my eyes at him. "… and you also get to speak with Lester."

My eyes grow wide as I hear him say that, "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Do I look like I am joking?"

"If… if I go on a date with you, you will let me speak with Lester Lambert?"

He nods.

My body can barely contain my excitement as I quickly nod my head. "I will, I will go on a date with you, whatever you want! But instead of talking to him, can you help me meet him instead?"

"Why do you want to meet him?" he asks tilting his head to me. If he finds out that I'm editor, he might not let me see him but what should I say?

"I uh, I really really like him."

"So like I guessed, you're an obsessed fan."

I prevent myself from rolling my eyes at him and just heave a sigh. "Not really. I am a fan but not an obsessed one."

"It's the same thing." He shrugs. "All Lester's fans are obsessed with him. I'm starting to think that they love him more than they love his books."

I wouldn't argue with him there, he's absolutely right. Lester's fans are all crazy about him. His fan signing events are always full of millions of fans from all over the world who would kill themselves just to get an autograph from him. I wouldn't blame them though, have you seen the man's face? He's heavenly! He's what you call a sexy beautiful man!

"Well, so would you help me see him?" I ask staring at him with hopeful eyes.

"Lester doesn't like it when his obsessed fans follow him around." He shakes his head at me. Someone please stop me before I commit murder! This man is annoying the hell out of me.

"Okay, fine! I am not an obsessed fan, okay? I am an editor and I have been trying to see him and have word with him but it's been proving impossible. Please let me see him. If I can just talk to him, it would mean a lot to me."

"Ohh…" He grins. "I see what you're doing. You're trying to use me to get to him."

"Use you? Oh please, you're definitely using me too and it's worse because I don't even know what it is for."

He keeps quiet for a moment giving me the impression that I am right.

He nods, "Fair enough. I will make you meet him but you would have to come over to my house then."

I open my mouth to speak but pauses. His… His house? Oh crap, I never planned on returning back there.

"Why should I come to your house?"

"That's where you would meet him." He shrugs.

I sigh, "Fine then, deal is sealed. I'll quickly go and put on something better and come with you."

"There's no need for that…" His voice stops me. "I'm pretty sure you have nothing good in there so I'll take you to a good place where I can shop for elegant wears for you."

"I don't need you to get elegant wears for me, if you're not going to let me come with you with whatever I have, then consider the deal off."

"Oh, you don't want to see Lester anymore?"

This asshole!

"Just let me wear what I want please, I have something that would not embarrass you if that's what you are scared of."

XOXO