Hello my wonderful subbies! I was hoping for a update this weekend but I got really sick, I actually still am sick but I couldn't help but want to post up something for you to read. I'll try to update this story at least twice a week and finals week has begun so I really need to focus on those until the beginning of the week coming but I will still try to make time to write bits and pieces. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the chapter! Let me know if you like the writing style between povs or if you find it confusing. I'm trying to go for a more novel type flow so if you can't tell between the character changes in pov's I can always make that known. Just to make a note: If you haven't noticed, the long dash lines indicate a character change. In some cases you may notice a dash line or two but sometimes that can stand for a pause in the characters time or a bit of time later. Thanks and let me know what you think!

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I got a bit of everything for everyone.

Something for me.

For Liv.

For me.

For my parents. Siblings. & the kids aka my nieces and nephews.

More for me.

Yeah. I know.

I got selfish but I needed this to clear my head and I feel better. I made some new friends that I get to bring home with me at:

Chanel. Burberry. Barney’s. Zara. Louis Vuitton. Dior.

I bought some books too so I wouldn't’t feel as bad. Books make you smarter or keep you smart so my parents would be proud.

This will probably be one of the last major shopping spree’s too so I took advantage of this by getting for everything

With all this shopping under my belt, I was starting to get hungry but the only food places I’ve seen so far are sushi restaurants and I’ve never been a fan, more like reallly don’t like it so I’ll pass.

Maybe I can eat at the hotel or somewhere nearby there. It will give me some time to relax too so I can at least call Seunghyun later and tell him of my decision.

I really have been thinking about his proposition and a part of me wants to know more. Why me? I mean doesn’t he have anyone else he can use for this?

He doesn’t even know me? Maybe I’m crazy or something? Maybe he’s that desperate that he doesn’t care..

Normally, I’d do anything anyone asked me but after being stepped on so much, I feel a bit reluctant to believe everything someone tells me.

He does have a lot to lose though. We have that in common. The whole situation is very ‘you scratch my back I scratch yours’ so maybe I could let him explain before I say yes or no.

I grabbed a cab back to the hotel, ate in the lobby restaurant, and even snuck in a mini workout at the indoor pool.

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I think I was soo tired, I crashed on the bed after my shower and didn’t even realize how long I slept for.

I can tell because my hair is still wet. Looking at the time on my phone, its already nine o’ clock!

Jeez. I’ve been sleeping for about four hours. I guess thinking about fake relationships can take a toll on you.

Under the time, I noticed a text from an unknown number about an hour ago. As I read it, I knew it was from Seunghyun. I almost forgot about him.

Unknown: Have you’ve thought about everything? I hope I didn’t freak you out earlier. Let me at least talk to you if you want to know anything else. I’m nearby your hotel. Text when you get this.

I laughed as I imputed his name under Two Season Armani Suit, at least until I know whether he’ll turn into boss\fake fiancée, and I replied back or at least tried to,

Me: Missed your text. Sorry. I took a nap and just noticed. Hope I didn’t make you wait. Text me back and maybe you can come by so we can talk things out..

Not even a minute passed after I sent it and I got one back.

Two Season Armani Suit: Not at all. Still around. Be there in five so I’ll knock when I get there.

Looking down at my clothes, I noticed the robe that wrapped tightly over my body. My hair still wet and my face bare of makeup.

I need to do something about this. I know what your thinking. Why do you want to get ready for him. Is there something more than that?

Pshhh Ya Right.

I don't even go to the grocery store without having makeup on and looking as if I'm at NY Fashion week. What makes you think I'd let myself be caught dead in a robe in front of my future boss.

I jumped up from the bed and quickly put on the basics like mascara and lipstick. If you have to do anything, at least play up your best features and for me, my favorite is my eyes.

I changed my clothes to something simple but still stylish. Before I could do something with my hair, a few knocks came from the door.

Shoot! He’s here already.

I grabbed a hair tie and tried putting it up in a high bun before running to open the door. I breathed out heavily from the sudden intense movement.

There he stood, not wearing the Armani suit this time but jeans and a tee. Both so drastically different yet he looked good in either.

“Thanks for opening the door ten minutes later. I love standing outside like an idiot. Did you have too much fun running your marathon around the room that you forgot I was outside”

Jerk. I take that back.

“Stop being so dramatic, it was like less than two minutes. What about you? Did you go home and change because you finally decided to admit I was right about your out of style suit”

I laughed inside as he looked back at me stunned.

Christine: 3     World: Should just give up 

I moved away from the door frame and let him in. As he trailed in, I noticed the small baggie in his hand.

I pointed at it when he looked over.

“Oh this? I wasn’t sure if you had eaten so I brought you some sushi and sweets from the bakery down the street.”

Mmm sweets. Ehh sushi

But that was kind of nice of him unless he’s buttering me up.

“Thanks. Should I call room service for drinks? Black coffee right?”

Nodding his head, I called after letting him get comfortable.

We sat across each other not saying a word. I didn’t know if I should start or if he should. I wish he would, maybe it would make things less uncomfortable.

“Look Christine, I know its not your problem to care about but I really am in a bind. If you help me, I promise I can help you back. We can make a contract or whatever but I really just need you to go along with it. I get it, I’m not the greatest person in the world to be around. I can be pompous, arrogant, very good looking, rude, and mean but just blame that