Chapter 4

• Evan invited me to his luxurious apartment, where he cooked for me. It was a delightful experience, and I couldn't help but feel impressed by his culinary skills. I laughed when he discovered that I didn't know how to cook.
• "Marry me, and I'll be your chef," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone.
• I chuckled at his proposal and decided to play along. "And you think you'll still have time for music and your endless fashion shoots?, celebrity lifestyle"
• Evan's response was both unexpected and sincere. "I'll give up anything for you."
• His words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. There was an undeniable attraction between us, and the more time we spent together, the stronger it seemed to become. Yet, there was also an undercurrent of his obsession that lingered, making me wonder about the depths of his feelings.
• As Evan skillfully prepared our meal, I sat on the counter, watching him chop vegetables with an admiration that stemmed not just from his cooking skills but also the connection we were building. I couldn't even chop vegetables, and he seemed so at ease in the kitchen.
• Later, as we sat down to dine, he playfully insisted on feeding me. At first, I resisted, but after his persistence, I relented and allowed him to feed me a bite. His fingers delicately brought the morsel to my lips, and when our eyes locked, it felt like an intimate moment.
• After the third try, I opened my mouth, and when he fed me, our lips were dangerously close to each other. For a brief moment, I was lost in the intensity of the situation, but he pulled away, leaving me slightly bewildered.
• "I thought you've been dying to kiss me," I joked, trying to ease the tension.
• Evan's response was intriguing. "Well, not like that. I want our first kiss to be special," he said as he continued to cut another piece of steak to feed me.
• As we continued to eat in silence, I didn't resist when he fed me. The intimacy of the moment had taken me by surprise, but I was beginning to appreciate it. After we finished the meal, we found ourselves back in the kitchen.
• I was taken aback when Evan started washing the plates, and he even placed me on the counter, insisting that I eat an apple. I protested, saying, "Why should I eat this? I don't like it."
• Evan's response was lighthearted. "I want your body to be healthy, you know, energy for tonight..."
• My voice betrayed my surprise and frustration as I interrupted, "For what?"
• Evan quickly reassured me, "Calm down, I'm just playing," trying to ease the tension that had momentarily flared between us.
• Evan's proposal left me both intrigued and taken aback. He offered me the role of being his pretend girlfriend for TikTok videos and social media, explaining that it would drive fans and that the contract was already in place. I was about to question why he needed this when he interrupted me with a confession.
• "I had no interest in relationships until I met you," he admitted. His words left me puzzled, and I couldn't help but ask, "But why me?"
• Evan replied, "I guess I wanted something challenging." It was surprising to think that he found me challenging, but I was starting to understand that there was more to him than met the eye.
• I decided to weigh the potential benefits of this arrangement. "My benefits," I inquired.
• He seemed a bit puzzled by my question, so I clarified, "As your pretend girlfriend for the show."
• Evan understood and offered an enticing package, "Well, you can have me. $50,000 monthly salary, real dates, shopping, and I'll even cook for you."
• I pretended to be hesitant, saying, "Well, I'll think about it." In truth, I couldn't deny that the offer was tempting. The fame and money were hard to resist.
• Evan smiled, but then his expression grew serious as he said, "If you become mine, you'll have all that I have... the money, everything." His words held a weight that made me pause and consider the implications of this arrangement.
• Our evening continued with Netflix and popcorn. We snuggled up under a thrower, and I was starting to feel comfortable in Evan's arms. However, I was surprised to see him scrolling through Instagram comments. I asked him why he was doing that, and he explained, "I tagged you here. I wouldn't want anyone to talk ill about you. I make sure to put them in their place immediately."
• His protective gesture made me smile, but our peaceful moment was interrupted by a knock on his door. It turned out to be one of his dancers who had come to complain about Evan tagging me in an Instagram post. She didn't hesitate to enter his apartment, and it was clear they had some kind of fling going on. Evan confronted her, making it clear that he was never going to take their relationship seriously. It was an unexpected turn of events that left me feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the midst of this drama.
• The tension between Evan and his dancer, Haile, continued to escalate, and I couldn't help but munch on popcorn while I watched the scene unfold.
• Evan firmly reiterated, "Haile, it was just a one-night thing. There's no confusion here."
• Haile appeared increasingly upset, questioning, "Evan, why have you changed? Why haven't you been communicating with me?" She turned to me, hurling insults and trying to provoke a reaction.
• I remained resolute in my decision not to get involved in their drama. I casually replied, "This is my favorite part," my eyes locked onto the movie playing.
• Evan's frustration grew as Haile continued to argue. He offered, "I'll send you some money to make up for this, okay?" But she didn't seem satisfied with his proposal.
• Their verbal sparring intensified until Evan lost his patience. He raised his voice, ordering Haile to leave and even threatened to have his guards escort her out.
• Haile, on her way out, couldn't resist delivering one final insult, directing derogatory words at me. That's when I decided to take a stand. I stood up, wrapped my arms around Evan from behind, and gently placed my hand on his waist, asserting my presence and silently signaling to Haile that I wasn't someone to be messed with.
• Evan responded by giving me a tender peck on the hand, and I could see the satisfaction in his smile.
• As Haile finally exited Evan's apartment, she couldn't resist one last parting shot, hurling another derogatory name my way. The tension in the room gradually dissipated, and I returned my attention to the movie, relieved that the drama had subsided, at least for the time being.
• "Who was that?" I inquired, curiosity evident in my tone.
• Evan leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before he began to explain. "That was Haile, one of my dancers. We had a one-night thing when I was drunk, and lonely, and she happened to be around because, well, she had a crush on me."
• I nodded, trying to appear unfazed. "I understand, Evan. It's not like I was part of the picture when that happened."
• Evan looked somewhat surprised by my composed reaction. "You're not angry?" he asked, sounding almost shocked.
• I shrugged casually. "Why should I be, Evan? We barely knew each other back then, and people have their own pasts."
• His shoulders slumped slightly, and he appeared almost disappointed. "I guess I was expecting you to be a bit jealous or something," he admitted with a faint sigh.
• I couldn't help but smirk as I took a sip from my milkshake. "Jealous? For what exactly? I don't even like you that way," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
• Evan chuckled and reached for his strawberry shake, taking a sip. "You're difficult," he remarked with a playful glint in his eyes.
• I decided to have a little fun, putting my milkshake down and grabbing his strawberry one. "You know what, Evan? I changed my mind. Now I want the strawberry shake," I declared mischievously.
• With a mock protest, Evan said, "I thought you said you didn't want strawberry."
• I grinned and took a sip of his shake before darting across the room. He was quick to follow, attempting to catch me, but I managed to savor a sip before he could reach me. "I didn't, but now I want it," I teased, reveling in the playful banter.
• As I fell onto the couch, Evan tickled me, causing fits of laughter to escape me. Our playful interaction was filled with light-hearted banter, but then I decided to pull a prank. I pretended to collapse dramatically, as if I had fainted, which startled Evan.
• "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, his concern genuine. In his panic, he grabbed his milkshake and began splashing it on my face, attempting to revive me. Of course, I was putting on quite the act, and his attempts weren't working.
• He then decided to take more drastic measures and jokingly leaned in, saying, "You'll hate me for this," as if he were about to give me mouth-to-mouth CPR. In that moment, I couldn't resist teasing him further, so I abruptly sat up.
• "Oh gosh, this is my favorite shirt!" I complained, trying to clean the spilled milkshake off it. Evan was momentarily too shocked to respond, his heavy breathing giving away his initial concern.
• I couldn't help but make a joke out of the situation. "And why mouth CPR, why not hands-on CPR?" I quipped, breaking the tension. Evan finally relaxed, realizing that I had been playfully messing with him.