I’d made it crystal clear from the start that I didn’t want to lead anyone on.And despite that I’d been matched with someone who was looking for a damn happily-ever-after.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
I couldn’t exactly tell Halle that I was only here because I was desperate to get my career back on track and had no interest in her romantically.She’d think I was a jerk.And she’d be right.
I told Wilma that this was a shitty idea.
I was supposed to be taking photos to help secure some corny reality show.But Halle made it clear that she wasn’t down for taking pictures with me.Hell, she wasn’t even on social media.
These days, finding someone who wasn’t surgically attached to their cell phone was like discovering a unicorn.I thought I was the only one who hated that BS, so once again, ordinarily, I’d find her aversion to it refreshing.But for the purposes of pimping the shit out of this hotel stay, this was a bust.
My cell vibrated in my pocket.When I slid it out, there was a message.
Wilma
Where are the photos, Jakey boy?
Post something NOW!!
I groaned and shoved it back in my pocket.It was already rude for me to leave the table, so I wasn’t gonna start posting during dinner.Wilma would need to wait until I’d finished.
When the server placed my steak and fries on the table, I couldn’t wait to devour it.I was starving.But then I remembered that I was supposed to be documenting everything.
I held my phone up in the air, plastered on a fake smile, then took a shot of me licking my lips whilst staring at the plate with the ocean views behind me.
So fucking corny.
‘Unbelievable,’ Halle sighed.
‘Don’t like taking photos of your food?’ I asked.
‘I prefer to eat it,’ she said.
‘Me t—’ I was about to agree with her, then remembered I was the one who’d just taken a cheesy food pic, so I’d look like a hypocrite.Iknew I was, but Halle didn’t need to know that too.
Not that it mattered, considering it was clear that for whatever reason Halle was not my biggest fan.
‘How’s your salad?’ I asked, changing the topic.
‘Delicious.Why?Want to take a photo of that too, topost on the ’gram?’
‘You got a problem with me?’
‘I… it doesn’t matter,’ she sighed again.‘Let’s just eat.’
‘Look, I don’t know what I’ve done to offend you, but like it or not, we’re here for two weeks together.And things will be a lot less painful if we can at least try to have a civil conversation and get to know each other.’
‘Not necessarily,’ she mumbled, which was confusing.‘So what do you want to talk about?’ she huffed.‘Yourself?’
‘Why?Am I your favourite subject?’ I smirked, deciding that I might as well try and have some fun.‘I can tell by how you’ve been flirting with me all night that you’re a fan.Bet you’ve been to all my concerts and you had a poster of me by your bed that you used to kiss every night.Am I right?’
Halle’s face fell and her cheeks flushed.
‘Of course not!’ she protested.
‘Ah!No, I get it.You didn’t just haveoneposter.You covered your bedroom walls withhundredsof posters of me.’
‘As if!’ Her face hardened.
