"Ryan, what's wrong?"
He looks at her in anger. "You mean you don't f**king know? We didn't use protection. God damn it, this is the first time I never used a c**d*m. I need to get you one of them morning-after pills. Why aren't you saying anything?"
She pulls the covers up over her chest. "Stop yelling at me. You're acting like it's my fault you didn't use a c**d*m."
"You're the woman, you should have stopped me, made me put one on. Do you want to get pregnant? Is that your game, to get knocked up with a billionaire's child so that I'll have to support you and the kid?" He got on the bed and right in her face. "If that's what you're thinking of you can forget it."
As soon as he got close she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "You arrogant, self-centred bastard. You're the last man on earth I'd want to father a child of mine. For your information, it's not always up to the woman to remember to use a rubber. You don't have to worry, I'm on the pill."
He stood up, rubbing the side of his face. "I'm glad to hear that, but still, with all the men you've been with how can I be sure you haven't got something that I could get?"
"You disgusting pig, I'm not some whore. I haven't been with that many, unlike you and they always used a c**d*m. I'm clean, now I want you to leave." She couldn't believe the nerve of this man. It's true, she's been with a couple of men before him and she did crave s€x but that was what vibrators were for.
After hearing this he calmed down, even felt bad for the things he said to her. "I'm sorry, I just got scared. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I'm hungry, I'm going to order us a couple of pizza's," he said as he put on his pants.
"You want pizza at this time of night? The only place open won't deliver this late and besides, I want you to leave."
"They'll deliver for me and I'll leave after we eat," he said as he dialed and put in an order for two large pizzas and a six pack of beer. He looks over at her. "You're hungry aren't you?"
It was true, she was starving and all she had in her fridge was two eggs, a jar of pickles and some leftovers that God only knew what it once was. "Yes, actually I'm starving, but then I want you to go." She gets up, not caring that she was naked and he was watching as she went and grabbed a robe from the closet.
They sat at the kitchen table, eating and drinking beer.
"We're breaking another rule, eating together," she said, taking a drink right from the bottle as she watched him eat.
"We already broke the not sleeping over, rule, what's another one. As I said, rules are meant to be broken. Since we've already broken a couple I want to ask you for a favour."
"What?" she asked, biting into her pizza.
"I want you to come to my parent's place for dinner tomorrow as my date."
She almost choked on her pizza. "Your date. No, we agreed on no dating, no talking about personal stuff and now you're changing everything. There's no way I'm going to have dinner with your parent's, you must be mad."
"It's not a real date, I just want you to pretend to be my girlfriend."
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter why."
"I won't do it unless you tell me why I should go and pretend to be your girlfriend."
"Now you're the one breaking the rules," he said, eyeing her.
"Like you said, what's one more broken rule?"
"My family thinks I should stop playing around, they want me to settle down with a nice girl. So to get them off my back if you come with me and we show them we're in love and are serious about each other my father will stop putting me down."
"He puts you down?" she asked, not really buying it.
"You don't believe me?"
"It's just that you're wealthy and successful, so what reason would he have to put you down?"
"Ryan, I don't want to discuss my personal family business with you.