One Month To Love

my body had grown accustomed to it. I stretched my arms and yawned, feeling the softness of my bed. It

ition post, and I knew I needed help sorting through them. I texted Emily and Claris, asking them to come

r a thousand messages, and I need you to help me sort

xt few hours getting ready, taking a leisurely bath, and eating a delicious breakf

judges' panel, and I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. We spent the next few hours sorting

e all black, and his strawberry-scented cologne was overpowering. Claris asked him the usual

his tattoos didn't do it for me. I shook my he

ght. Some were too old, others too young. Some were too cocky

stration etched on my face. "We'l

yes walked into the room. He wore a well-ironed blue T-shirt, black jeans, and a bl

ons. As he opened his mouth to speak, his voice sent shivers

onto mine. "I'm 24, half French, half

him. "Why would a good-looking boy like you come to audition as

ed," he said. "I love trying new things. Maybe this will

– two whole minutes. I felt a spark of electricity

se every day at exactly 1pm and we'll do couple-ish thing

t I don't understand why a beautiful rich girl like you would want to rent a

s in no mood to answer hi

Just show up here everyday at 1pm and do whateve

him to be my boyfriend for a month, it would spoil everything and I don't

t a pang of excitement. I had found my rented boyfri

f doubt. Was I really ready for this? Was I ready

e task at hand. I had found my rented boyfr

, and that I had found my match. I could hear their frustrated murmu

smile on her face. "He'

pretend, Claris. No strings attache

had the perfect relationship. I knew I was a trophy that any boy wouldn't want to just throw away, I knew I was the price but my ex Reg disapproved me.

eyebrow. "We'll