ELIZABETH
At this point I was convinced this was some kind of ploy. My life was literally falling apart, and my worst nightmares all coming to life to haunt me. I can't explain the shock I felt when I saw no other that the arrogant bastard who assumed I was a hooker and made me lose my job. All all the men on earth why him? Life was playing one hell of a big joke on me.
Right now I stood awkwardly and out of place in the biggest hair salon I had ever seen. Enrique stood a few feet away discussing something with a man I assumed to be the owner. After a while he walked back to me, a fake smile plastered on his face, and the hair stylist trailing behind me.
"Babe, John will be assisting you today," Enrique smiled, wrapping his arm firmly around my waist. I felt tingles run down my back from his touch and I struggled to form words. Giving up, I gave a small nod and let the hair stylist lead me to a chair.
He undid the band I used to tie my hair back and let out an appreciative gasp when my thick hair fell free. "Oh my goodness, such beautiful, healthy hair!"
I saw Enrique roll his eyes as he took a seat and whipped out his phone. Asshole.
"Make it clean, sophisticated, you know the drill," Enrique spoke up after a few moments. "And please do something about that color."
My hand instinctively went to my hair. What was wrong with blonde? My curly, blonde hair was one of the things I liked about my appearance. Why did he have a problem with everything?
"But babe, I thought you said you liked my hair," I asked sweetly, even going to the extent of pouting, much to my disgust. He glared at me. I struggled not to falter from his icy blue stare.
Today was the first day I had actually seen him in broad daylight. And apart from the fact that he was an asshole, he had to be the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. He had his long ebony black hair tied up in a high bun, a few tendrils escaping and falling to frame his face. It was a struggle to keep myself from staring.
"Of course I love your hair, babe. I just want something different."
"I'll do a different style but I'm keeping the color," I said through gritted teeth.
He gave an equally fake smile and faced his phone, and I wanted nothing more than to smack him.
Meanwhile the hair stylist looked from me to Enrique unable to hold back a smile and muttering something about adorable couples.
I resisted the urge to laugh. You have no idea, John. No idea whatsoever.
ENRIQUE
It took all I had to tear my eyes away from her as she faced me. The hairstylist had performed what could be none other than magic. Her puffy, curly hair was sleek and straightened, and evenly cut to lie just above her hips. He had also added a few streaks of honey blonde highlights to the front of her hair which did wonders for her hazel eyes.
"You can stop staring like you've seen a ghost," I heard her retort.
I looked up to see her staring curiously at me, her arms folded. "What? Still not good enough for you?"
I huffed. "I'm just realizing that even a nice hairstyle can't conceal your real background. It's written all over you."
I saw her eyes flash with anger but as she parted her lips to reply, the hairstylist approached us. Quickly, I pulled to me and kissed her forehead. "You look beautiful, baby." I saw her eyes widen in surprise and for a minute she looked flustered.
Wrapping one hand around my neck, she forced a laugh. "All thanks to you," She laughed again, and I almost grimaced at the pain from her fingers digging into my neck. But I held myself back. I seriously needed to fling this bitch off a cliff.
When we were completely safe and concealed in my car, I pulled her hand off my neck, hissing from the pain. Rubbing the spot that hurt, I gasped when I saw spots of blood on my finger. "What the hell is your problem?" I shrieked, turning to face her.
"What the hell is YOUR problem?" She shot back. "If you'd stop acting like a child for one second, who knows maybe we just might be able to pull this off and MAYBE get back to our lives."
"Stop being sarcastic with me," I glared at her.
I watched her facepalm. "That's all you got from that?"
"You are my employee and you will not question my orders. You will do exactly as I tell you to. Is that clear? And if you keep playing sassy, I will waste no time in tossing you and having your father arrested. I'm pretty sure that are thousands of women that would kill to be in your position right now. So play smart with me, and you're out."
I saw the pain flash in her face at the mention of her father, but she said nothing. Feeling satisfied, I started the ignition and proceeded to our next stop.
"I have a few questions," I heard her say after a while.
I only shrugged.
"Was a contract signed by you and my father?"
I pretended to be unmoved by the question but my mind was racing. You never know with these law students.
"That's between me and your father," I finally replied.
I could feel her stare burn through me but I said nothing.
"I still have school. And work."
"You're certainly still not working as an escort while we're supposedly engaged," I spat, glaring at her. "Why would you even—"
"That is not my job." She spoke through gritted teeth and I saw her fists clench. "But fine. But there's no way I'm abandoning school."
I considered it for a while. That was a vital asset to the plan. "Settled." I replied finally.
She only nodded, resting her head in her seat and shutting her eyes.