Is It Fake?
Chapter 4
Kim's POV
I am completely hungover. And I hate it. My neck has 6 hickeys on it and I swear it feels like it is going to fall off. I have stomach cramps and a headache.
"Hey, babe. How are you feeling?" Scott asked, sipping coffee at the table.
"Go die. And before you do, make me some breakfast." I barked. He smirked. He has been used to my ass-holeness for years.
"Well, I guess now is not a good time to tell you some news."
"Tell me anyway. And start making my breakfast."
He walked over to the fridge. 'Well, hun, for the next 8 months you are going to be going out with Zayn Malik." He flinched expecting me to yell or something. But I didn't.
"Erm...ok. Now fix me the breakfast, please." I said in an eager voice. Not that I didn't care that my manager was forcing me to date someone. Because I cared. A lot. But I didn't have the energy to yell.
He cocked his head, staring at me.
"Well fix me the damn breakfast! And hurry up!"
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
I am completely hungover. And I hate it. My neck has 6 hickeys on it and I swear it feels like it is going to fall off. I have stomach cramps and a headache.
"Hey, babe. How are you feeling?" Scott asked, sipping coffee at the table.
"Go die. And before you do, make me some breakfast." I barked. He smirked. He has been used to my ass-holeness for years.
"Well, I guess now is not a good time to tell you some news."
"Tell me anyway. And start making my breakfast."
He walked over to the fridge. 'Well, hun, for the next 8 months you are going to be going out with Zayn Malik." He flinched expecting me to yell or something. But I didn't.
"Erm...ok. Now fix me the breakfast, please." I said in an eager voice. Not that I didn't care that my manager was forcing me to date someone. Because I cared. A lot. But I didn't have the energy to yell.
He cocked his head, staring at me.
"Well fix me the damn breakfast! And hurry up!"
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
Yas I do!!
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