EMMA'S POV
"What kind of deal?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"My dad throws an annual dinner party on valentines, lots of investors will be present, paparazzi even, basically it's a big deal for the company. I'm expected to attend with a date preferably one who's a girlfriend to project organisation and confidence on my part, showing everyone that the future of the business is in capable hands." He stops as if checking if I'm still listening.
"I still don't get how it concerns me" I say matter of factly.
"My dad's idea of a perfect date is someone who is prim and proper, extremely rich and have a picture perfect face." He explains.
"Tough list but again, don't get it" I state still confused.
"You're none of those things..." He deadpans.
"Gee thanks" I say sarcastically, cutting him off. He ignores me and keeps talking.
"You can come with me as my girlfriend, pretend girlfriend of course. Flunking math is one thing but bringing a girlfriend that isn't up to my father's standard is another." He stops for a second before continuing. "Bringing you will make it look like he's weak and has no control over his son." He finishes rather excitedly, talk about daddy issues.
"So you want me to help you piss off your father I'm guessing so he can get mad and possibly give up on you in other sense quit controlling your life?" I ask for clearance.
"Yeah you'll be perfect, he's definitely going to be pissed."
"And this genius plan, note the sarcasm, benefits me how?" I land, finally making my point.
"First of all, it is a genius plan and second, if you help me with my dad on valentine's or any other time it's needed for you to pass off as my girlfriend, I'll help you get back at Becky" he offers folding his hands waiting for me to digest all he's just said.
"I can help you be confident and bold so you can stand up for yourself. Look at you, you've got rotten egg all over you and you're sitting here sulking, that's not how people handle stuff like this" He persuades after I remain silent.
"I am very upset about the whole thing but that doesn't mean I'm going to turn into some psycho villain who crosses off her enemies names with a red marker" i reason shutting the part of me that's starting to see reason in what he's proposing.
"That's not what I meant, just trust me. I'll handle everything, all you have to do is agree to help me. The choice is yours" he concludes, getting up, he heads for his car.
I mean what's the worse that can happen? All I have to do is pretend to be his girlfriend which isn't so bad, his father is still Shawn West and he'll help me get back at Becky.
I don't know what sorcery he plans on performing that'll grow my confidence but it's a risk I'm willing to take.
"Wait up!" I scream, dragging myself off the floor to his car. He stops at my order and turns to face me, the mischievous smirk he has on shows he knows exactly what I'm about to say, already making me rethink my decision.
"Don't make me regret this." I warn with a serious look.
"I can ask the same of you" he winks opening the door for me.
"And the Trainwreck continues" I think out loud as I get into his car.

****
It has been exactly an hour and forty-five minutes since I made the deal with Mason but surprisingly I don't find myself regretting it like I thought I would.
He had dropped me off at my house where I freshened up and had a change of clothes and then we both headed out in his car, to where you ask me, that's what I've been trying to find out myself.
"Are you telling me where it is we're going now or not?" I say through gritted teeth, trying as much as possible to block out the drumming on his wheel.
"You've asked me this question a million times" he replies not focusing on me but the road.
"And you've ignored me a million times" I groan, glaring at him.
He ignores me again and keeps driving, huffing I fold my hands and stare out through the windshield.
"We're here." He announces already pulling over after another fifteen minutes of me waiting and staring out the windshield.
"Took you long enough." I respond as I take my time to access where we are.
"Holly Molly we're at Madame Jacqueline's fashion house!" I cry in excitement as I get off from the car.
Madame Jacqueline's fashion house is the most exotic in the whole country. She designs for just the elites. I might not be crazed about my looks but even I can't help myself from being starstruck.
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious." He says rolling his eyes as he secures his car shut.
"Are we even allowed here? You do know you can only come to shop here when you're invited by Madame Jacqueline herself." I question, ignoring his retort.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?" he asks, taking confident strides towards the entrance willing me to follow suit.
I walk quietly behind him staring in awe at the detailed designs of the building while he has a bored expression on.
He stops walking when his phone rings out, a smile stretches on his face when he sees the caller ID making me slightly curious.
"Go talk to the receptionist over there_" he says pointing to a desk just up front. "I need to take this" he orders, already moving towards the exit.
"Wait, what am I suppose to tell her?" I ask, stopping him from going.
"Tell her you're here for Jacqueline's latest designs, I'll be right with you." That said, he resumes walking not sparing me a second glance.
"Mae, sweetie...." I hear him say when he finally takes the call. I can swear I've heard that name before.
I reach the receptionist desk feeling a little self-conscious and a lot out of place.
"Um... Excuse me" I request nervously to a lady at the desk.
She raises her head making her facials which were covered by the computer in front of her visible. I notice that she has big green eyes, straight nose and full lips coloured with a bright red lipstick, in all she looks extremely beautiful.
She furrows her perfectly arched brows at me in confusion as she runs her fingers through her well trimmed blond locks, styled perfectly to the back.
"You must be Rosa, I'm Emma" I say upon seeing her name tag."If you can help me please, I'm here for..?" She cuts me off with her beautifully manicured fingers, eyeing me from up to down. Once done, her expression immediately changes from bored to one of displeasure.
"The lost and found store isn't until the next block" she says firing a look of disgust at my signature sweatpants and gimongous T-shirt.
"Um.. no you don't understand, I... I'm ac..tually here for Jacqueline's la...test des..igns." I stutter under her scrutinizing look.
My request seem to be the funniest thing ever because she suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.
"You want her latest designs?" she clarifies, after now getting a hold of herself.
"Yes?" I question myself, doubting Mason's order from the look she has directed at yours truly.
"Emily or whatever you name is, I suggest you leave now before I call security." She warns with such a hard voice that I am forced to take a step back, terrified though she looks only a year or two older than me.
"You..." I attempt to say but stops when she reaches for the phone in front of her clearly about to call security.
"Out..." She warns again. I sigh defeated, deciding to leave before actual security tosses me out. Stupid Mason, I had told him this store was invite only.
I jump when I feel a hand snake around my waist just when I was about to turn around. I raise my head up to see Mason towering over me.
He no longer has a playful glint in his eyes rather a hard expression. As hard as it is for me to admit, it makes him look even more handsome.
"Mason! I me.. an S..ir" Rosa speaks, her turn to stutter. She abandons the phone and instead adjusts her shirt, exposing more cleavage.
"Rosa." He acknowledges in a rather cold tone.
"We're honoured that you could join us today, shall I get the designs ready?" She questions throwing him a flirtatious smile.
"I believe Emma here has already asked about them but there seem to have been a problem" he replies motioning to me.
With his business tone, it's almost hard for me to tell when he's referring to me.
Rosa drags her eyes from Mason to me, eyeing me with even more disgust, before speaking. "She must be your help, rather incompetent if you ask me" she says now turned to Mason.
"That's the thing, I didn't ask." He snaps before I get the chance to defend myself.
"Also, she isn't my help, she's Emma my girlfriend" he says pulling me closer to him protectively.
Her eyes widen in shock upon hearing this. She shoots daggers directly where Mason has his hands on me but immediately covers it with her biggest smile ever.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Emma and I were just messing around, right Emma dearest?" She asks with a forced smile, her eyes pleading with me to play along like her life depended on it.
Man, how I underestimate the power of money.
"Get it done ASAP" Mason orders, not letting me speak causing me to smile gratefully at him. He acknowledges by winking at me. He definitely is full of surprises.
As he starts leading me away from Rosa's desk, I stop him and turn back to Rosa who still looks flustered.
"Oh, and send two cups of coffee over to us, my throat feels a little dry." I tell her, wearing a smug expression feeling confident with Mason by my side.
"Right away Mam" she responds, face red from embarrassment.
I turn to face Mason as we resume with walking to see if I've overstepped.
"You're definitely something Miss.Johnson" he says throwing me an amused look, one that confirms that he didn't have a problem with what I had just done.
"I do my best" I shrug, chin held high.
I follow him blindly, not bothering to keep track of our movement as we walk to wherever, in a comfortable silence.
"Mason!" A rather deep voice calls, tainted heavliy with a french accent.
"Madame Jacqueline" Mason responds, going in for a kiss on the cheek.
I stare in awe as they exchange pleasantries, chatting like old friends. I wonder how many other celebrities he's familiar with.
"I want your latest design for highschool." Mason says, going straight to the point.
"We've already sent them to you just last week, I'm afraid I haven't come up with anything new." Madame says with a worried expression.
"Not for me, for her" he explains, pointing at me.
Madame Jacqueline turns to face me at this. She scans me from head to toe but unlike Rosa, her face light up, curling into a smile.
"Ravi de vous rencontrer" she says in French, deepening her french accent even more. Not waiting for my reply she pulls me in for a hug kissing both my cheeks.
"I'm sorry I don't speak French" I shyly say to her.
"Good, because neither do I" she answers, laughing hysterically, her laugh so contagious that I am forced to join in.
"Really?" I ask after calming down.
"No" she says with a straight face. "je parle très bien français" she adds.
"Sorry?" I ask completely lost.
"She speaks French very well." Mason translates, not lifting his head from his phone.
"You speak French?" I ask him, even more surprised than I had been lost.
Before he gets the chance to reply, Madame Jacqueline jumps in.
"This won't do at all" she says accessing the upper part of my chest. The intensity of her stare almost makes me obstruct her view with my hands.
"How do you mean?" I ask cautiously. Her words seem to draw Mason's attention cos he puts his phone down and turns to her, awaiting her response too.
"Your bra, it's two sizes two small." She says in horror, reaching for my shirt.
"What?" I mutter under my breath, blushing profusely very much aware of Mason standing beside me.
"Oui, it makes it look wobbly and in your face...." She says, squinting her eyes drawing closer to me.
"Enough!" I yell, interrupting her, bursting in red. I dare to raise my head to sneek a glance at Mason.
He's as red as I am but I can tell it's from trying to withhold laughter making me glare at him from my peripheral vision.
"Now don't get upset mon chéri, you have a great body and I know the dresses that'll suit you à la perfection." She says nodding her head in excitement.
"Um okay" I unsurely say as I follow her into another room.
I walk out of the changing room, now in a yellow strapless smock dress, worn underneath a leather jacket with matching cute ankle boots.
I still feel weird in it no matter how many times Madame Jacqueline's assistant had praised me.
I walk cautiously, straightening none existent wrinkles from the dress, waiting for Mason to be aware of my presence.
Still drinking his coffee, he raises his head from his phone to look at me. His eyes widen a bit as he takes in my full look while I just stand feeling very self-conscious.
"So? How is it?" I ask when he remains quiet.
"It's alright" he says still staring at me.
Just when I'm about to say 'Thank you', he adds.
"Only it's two sizes two small" he says with a straight face but I can spot the humour in his eyes.
"You..." I stop talking from being short of words. Huffing angrily, I storm out completely crimson ignoring his loud laughter.

(A/N): who else is excited with all the drama😁😁? Byeeeeeeeeee don't forget to vomment.😍😍