Husband With Benefits

Dora looked at the gown she had donned and then turned her head to look at the mannequin on the side. The mannequin who was now wearing her most prized possession, Kael’s t-shirt. "Mr Mannequin. What do you think? Will the owner of this t-shirt be shocked tonight when he sees me and realizes my identity?"

Catching the light on her phone, she was almost tempted to call him. Even though he was pouting and throwing a tantrum like a little child, Dora found it difficult to be angry at him. It was jus tso charming of him. Like a little kid, he messaged her each day and found the silliest reasons to visit her before marching away.

First it was the blankets and the tshirt. Then it was becasue apparently all the butter flavoured popcorns in the markets had gone out of stock and the only left over packet was in her pantry. The third night it had been under the guise of protection where a crazed prisoner had escaped the prison and was now on the loose and would directly come there to attack her.

And yesterday was because he’d left his socks here in her room. Socks that he had purposely hidden in the couch jsut for that reason. Tonight, of course, she knew he wouldn’t come. He’d already messaged her saying that he was going to be busy tonight. Of course he was. He had to attend the charity function.

With a sigh, she turned on the phone and her heart fluttered at the home screen. He’d even done this. Changed her homescreen from a picture of herself to a picture of him and her, sitting right here, looking like chipmunks with their faces stuffed with popcorn.

She tapped the nose of his picture and shook her head," Okay okay. I am going to let you win. Tomorrow, at the annual ball,I will announce to everyone that you are my boyfriend and I like you."

Dora sighed. She could barely believe that she’d fallen for him so soon. It had not even been a month and yet, she was willing to compromise and take risks for him? It reminded her of what she’d once asked Evana. That if she’d known about Lucien’s earlier intentions, would she stilll have gone to him. Her answer had been a resounding yes. So, she, Isidora Sterling, had also gone her older sister’s route and fallen for the good ’bad’ boy.

She giggled at that. It really was true. Kael was the ’bad’ boy, his reputation much like Lucien’s. And yet, just like him, once he’d found the person he liked, he’s chosen to not look around anymore.

"Alright, prince Kael Ignis. Let’s see how you handle this bomb that I am about to drop on you."