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Fake Wife 1

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"Michael!" I called up the stairs, but with no reply 
but the hair blower still blowing. "Michael!" I 
yelled louder.
The blower stopped, and Michael swung open 
the bathroom door, and peeked his head down 
the stairs.
"What?!" He yelled back at me, obviously 
irritated.
"We have to get to that premiere in less than an 
hour! Hell, I'll go alone if your not done in thirty 
mintutes..." I hissed at him. 
At those words he fled down the stairs, with no 
shirt on, and grabbed the tops on my arms. "You 
wouldn't!"
"I most certianly would! God, your not even 
dressed yet!" I grabbed at his hair, "Your hair is 
fine, just tie part of it back." He looked into my 
eyes and nodded.
"Thanks! I didn't think of that..." He said, then let 
me go an disappeared upstairs again.
Men. That's all I could think of, and how of all 
then men in the world I could get stuck with, I 
get the one with hair and fashion issues.
I plopped down on the nearest couch, and 
looked up at the ceiling. Mintutes that felt like 
hours passed by, ad Michael finally emerged 
from his room. He looked... Well, honestly he 
looked like the sexiest man I've ever seen. Too 
bad our marrage isn't real, or else I'd...
"So, how do I look?" Michael asked, pulling me 
out of my thoughts.
"Huh? Wha- Oh!" I barely sai
d, the shook my head, "You look great. Now remember, the cameras love 
mushy-gushy type crap, so let's just stick with 
that, 'kay?"
"Okay... Let's go." Michael grabbed my hand, 
and pulled me off the couch.

The drive there was the same as always, first we talked about how much we love eachother, then made out a little, and then rolled up the window between us and 
the driver so both of us could re-apply our makeup. When we got to the red carpet, 
Michael wrapped his arm around my hips, and I slightly snuggled into his chest. 
Posing was my favorite, and we always do something 'shocking' to impress the 
press. This time, he kissed me long and hard, and with a passion that was never 
there before. But, I let it go, this whole relationship thing was just acting. During the 
movie part, I head my head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arm around me. 
We both knew cameras weren't allowed at the movie showing, but people can see 
us. Afterward, we went to the after party. We both 
mingled with all the other people there. And after 
a few vodka on the rocks, we were both tipsy. 
We danced with eachother, and drank some 
more. Then the driver showed up, and took us 
home. In the backseat, we were drunk as hell.
"So... Smexy, how'd you like that party?" 
Michael asked, smiling at my revealing dress 
top.
"It was fun, but not as fun as the one in your bed will be!" I gushed at him, and I 
ran a finger over his lips. He smiled at that, and kissed me. After that, it all slurred 
into one big mess.

The next morning, I slowly got out of the fog of 
sleep. Then, I was first aware that a strong arm 
was holding me close, the that the thing on the 
back of my theigh wasn't my favorite teddy 
bear...

Thanks to Aariyan, and all those who voted! Much appreciated!! Hopefully, I'll be 
able to post the next part tommaro! Sorry if the format itself looks weird, my 
computer is always on the fritz. Oh! Also, my names Molly. I've been coming to this 
site for two years, and never had the courage to put anything up... So yeah! ;$

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