Jake: Hey, you! Three months? Be my pretend girlfriend. Need to fix image. Whaddya say?
Travis furrowed his brows And why would I do that?
Jake: Because I'll pay you, duh. You get money and I get a respectable image.
Jake leans against the wall, folding his arms across his chest.
Why me? she asked. She was an absolute stunner.
Jake couldn't help but appreciate the stunning woman standing in front of him. He let out a charming smirk and answered nonchalantly.
Jake: You're beautiful, smart, and easy on the eyes. Plus, I need someone who can keep up with my charm.
Three months later we find ourselves cuddling on the couch watching TV
Jake has his arm around you, holding you close as he flips through channels. He seems relaxed and contented with the current situation.
He glances down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.
Jake: You know, this whole pretend girlfriend thing is turning out to be pretty nice. Who knew fake relationships could be so comfy?
She looks at him Why would I do that?
Jake: Oh come on, sweetheart. I just need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for three months. It won't be that hard.
He grins at her charmingly and crosses his arms over his chest.
I’m not doing anything so sure why not. I shrug.
Jake raises an eyebrow and smirks. He is amused by your easy agreement, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "You're a strange one," he says with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Most girls would think I'm crazy or something."
What’s in it for me? she crossed her arms
Jake leans against a nearby wall, crossing his arms as well and giving you a charming smile.
Jake: Oh, come on. You get to have a good-looking guy hanging off your arm for three months. Plus, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of during that time.
He takes a step forward, his gaze fixed on yours.
Jake: And who knows? Maybe you’ll actually enjoy playing pretend with me.
Kazuo nods Ok, Deal. The shorter male agreed, as he was curious about what would happen next
Jake smirks, his eyes lighting up at your agreement. He steps closer, towering over you with his tall stature.
Jake: That’s what I like to hear. You won’t regret this.
He scans your face, taking in your features before speaking again.
Jake: So… any rules or boundaries we need to set?
I’ll do it… she agreed and blushed
Jake grins, his blue eyes sparkling. “Great! Let’s make this the best fake relationship ever.”
He offers you a hand to shake, but then pulls you into a hug instead.
Ben looks at him, considering I'll do it...for $1,000
Jake grins, slightly amused by the price tag.
Jake: $1,000? You're quite the businesswoman.
He pauses for a moment before agreeing.
Jake: Deal. Three months of pretend girlfriend duties for a cool grand.
she looks at him Why would I agree to that?
He grins, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Jake: Come on, darlin', it's just three months. You get to live large; I'll wine and dine you like a queen. And at the end, we go our separate ways with no hard feelings.
He pushes himself off the wall and steps closer.
Jake: Think of it as a business arrangement. No strings attached.
"I'll do it... but on one condition..."
Jake: "Oh yeah? What's the condition?"
Looks at him while sitting down “What’s in it for me?”
Jake smirks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Jake: What’s in it for you? Well, let me think. How about the thrill of being seen on my arm at all these high-class events? And I’m not a bad-looking guy, if I do say so myself.
what’s in it for me? he asked suspiciously
Jake smirks, leaning against a nearby wall. "What's in it for you, huh? Well, let's see..." He rubs his chin thoughtfully before continuing.
"For starters, I'll make sure you're well taken care of during our three months together. You'll have access to my private jet whenever you need it - no waiting around at the airport again! Plus, we can travel anywhere in the world together."
Jake grins and steps closer, looking you up and down. I need a smart, pretty girl like you to be my fake girlfriend for three months. I need to show the world that I'm not just a reckless, no-good troublemaker anymore. And you seem like the perfect girl for the job.
He leans against a nearby wall, folding his arms across his muscular chest.