Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

Chapter 21-Rose’s POV ( a little help.)



I woke up to a text from Ryan, the notorious son of the Mafia boss of our city. “Hey Rose, I have a proposition for you. Are you interested?” I was intrigued, to say the least. Ryan and I had crossed paths a few times at the club where I worked as a stripper. He was always charming and polite, even though his reputation preceded him. I had heard rumors of his bad temperament. But he never came across as rogue or arrogant with me. He had even recruited me in his gang.

And then I remembered that his ‘proposition’ was definitely about the little help that I asked from him earlier.

I replied to his message, “Sure, what’s your proposition?

What do you have in mind?” I asked, cautiously.

“I want to go on a fake date with you,” Ryan said. “We’ll make it look like we’re a couple, and we’ll go to all the places your ex-boyfriend likes to hang out. We’ll make sure he sees us together and make him jealous. Hopefully, that will scare him off.”

I was taken aback. I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend a few weeks ago, and he hadn’t taken it well. He had been sending me threatening messages and showing up at the club, making a scene. I had confided in Ryan about it , and I guess he was so bored that he came up with this plan.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea. Going on a fake date with my boss wasn’t exactly something I had ever imagined myself doing.

I had no problem doing stuff for money. That included selling my body and having s*x with strangers.

But I have always been careful with the matters of the heart.

Romantic relationships or emotional attachments were more divine to me than even money matters.

And anybody who knew me, knew how much I loved my dollars.

But at the same time, I was desperate to get my ex off my back. I agreed to meet Ryan later that day to discuss the details.

We met at a coffee shop near my apartment, and Ryan laid out the plan. He was surprisingly thorough and detailed in his instructions. We were to start at a fancy restaurant, where we would order expensive food and wine. Then we would go to a trendy bar, where Ryan would pretend to get jealous of any guy who tried to hit on me. Finally, we would end up at a hotel, where we would pretend to be getting a room together.

I was nervous about the whole thing, but Ryan was confident and reassuring. “Don’t worry, Rose,” he said. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. I’m doing this to help you, remember?”

As if I was afraid of getting physically hurt.

Physical pain never scared me. It was the emotional baggage that was dangerous. And infectious.

I nodded, still unsure. But deep down, I knew that Ryan was right. I needed to get my ex off my back, and this might be the only way to do it.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur. Ryan picked me up in his black Mercedes, and we drove to the restaurant. He looked ethereal in his tuxedo, I must have looked like a cheap replica bag beside him.

He was a perfect gentleman, holding doors open for me and complimenting me on my dress. Something he had done before but never in such a gentle manner.

We ordered steak and lobster and expensive wine, and I felt like a princess. Nobody had ever done anything like that for me in my entire life. It felt literally unreal.

Then we went to the bar.

At the bar, things got a little more intense. Ryan kept putting his arm around me and staring down any guy who tried to talk to me. I was getting a little uncomfortable with the whole thing, but I could see how well it was working. My ex-boyfriend had shown up at the bar just like Ryan had planned , and he looked furious when he saw us together.

Guess the trick was working after all. We were successful in getting on his nerves.

We dilly dallied a little longer at the bar. Drinking as I waited for Ryan’s cue. Waiting to get out of the sh*t position.

Finally, we ended up at the hotel. Ryan booked a room, and we went up in the elevator together.

It was a glass elevator.

I could see my ex had followed us.

And he saw us cuddle our way up on the elevator.

Like expected, he was there to check if what I was doing was fake or if it was real.

Everybody knew who Ryan was.

And perhaps my ex thought it was too impossible for us to be really together.

He held my hand, and I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.

I stared down back at my ex with a renewed fierceness.

I guess he got the message. He had vanished.

He was gone. He was no longer standing there, staring at us going up.

When we got to the room, he pulled me into a kiss, and I found myself responding. It was a fake kiss, but it felt real at that moment.

As I was drowning in his essence, he pulled out of the kiss.

The door of the hotel room was still open. I saw a shadow move away from there.

” That should do it. He got his confirmation. Now that he knows you are with me, he will never dare to bother you anymore. You can rest assured of that. ”

So what was it?

Ryan had kissed me so my ex could see us in that position and get a confirmation of this fake relationship.

Our deal was done and dusted. Just like a fairytale. Just like a lovely night.


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