Amanda''S POV


    I did not know how Martin managed to get my contact. He had called me but I declined his call. How did he get my phone contact? Could it be that Natalia gave it to him since she was a fool for him?


    Gosh, these girls were really driving me crazy and it was getting on my nerves. He sent me a text message that I should unblock him. I didn''t listen. I choose whose contact I allow on my phone. Whether I choose to save your contact or not, it was my decision to make.


    Then he said he would like to take me out on a date. I was disgusted. How could he think that I would actually go out with him? He was a pompous prince and I hated his likes. I did not even know what Natalia saw in him. I refused but after he told me that he could offer me an assistance I knew billions would have to move the people in charge, so I epted. It was just a date. I convinced myself. I definitely was not going to pass on this offer, even if it was from him.


    I did not tell Nathaniel since he seemed to be busy with the preparation for the full moon night. Even if I had told him, I know he would have convinced me not toe. I was not needed at the pack since I was human. It involved just the werewolves and I did not believe that I would ever find my mate. Every time anyone told me that, I just let out a scoff.


    I did not need a mate. Nathaniel was enough for me.


    Then why are you here? The voice asked. I blinked, taken aback by the question. I did not want to think about that. I was doing this for my growth. Nathaniel would be happy for me.


    I got to the address Martin had sent and was surprised to see an extravagant restaurant. What did I expect?


    The moment I stepped in, his eyes fell upon me, roaming over the red satin dress I had donned on. I walked to him and as a gentleman that he was, he pulled the chair back for me to sit. As I took my seat, I didn''t give him any acknowledging look. I muttered a dry thank you under my breath.


    "I did not expect you toe," He smiled, taking his seat opposite me.


    My left brow twitched and I let out a deep exhale. "A good evening to you too."


    He snorted augh before reaching for the menu. A waiter approached us, beaming a polite smile. "What would you like to order?"


    I looked around the ce and shrugged casually. I was not going to spend Martin''s money even though that was what he nned. "Just wine," I responded.


    The smile on Martins'' lips faltered before he tilted his head to the side slightly. "Just wine?"


    I nodded softly. "Yes, just wine. Non-alcoholic." I added.


    "Okay." He drawled, his eyes staring at me intently as he ticked something in the menu before passing it to the waiter who left us.


    "You didn''t look like someone who will drink just wine on a first date." Hemented.


    "First date?" I asked, my eyes raking over him, hoping he caught it.


    His lips pulled a smirk then he wiggled his finger between us. "Yes, of course. This between us is a date and since it is the first time. It is a first date." He exined.


    I agreed without uttering a word. Not long after, the wine was served and opened right before me. I did not eat or drink things that were not prepared in my presence. At least, an incident in the past taught me that lesson.


    The waiter poured the wine into the wine sses and excused himself. I was conscious of the wine and just took a sip of it. Martin seemed to be watching me closely and I would not lie, this guy felt like a creep to me. I needed to be wary of him.


    "Let us get to business, Martin." I didn''t like the way he was gazing at me.


    He dropped the wine ss and sat up straight.


    "What do you want in return for helping me?" I stared at him dead in the eye.


    He shrugged. "Nothing much, Amanda. Just a little help in return." His eyes narrowed.


    "And what is that?" I wanted to know. I hated owing people debts. That was the reason I never promised people.


    "I will help you to meet Bille Gates, the top fashion designer of Wools and in return, you, Amanda will be my fake girlfriend for three months." He proposed.


    I must have heard wrong. Fake girlfriend? Martin wanted me to be his girlfriend. What gave him the audacity to think such a thing?


    He must have seen the amused look etched on my features because tell me why Martin was smirking.


    "I already said you were different and I liked it." He said.


    "Why?" I ignored what he said.


    "Huh?" he lifted a brow in question.


    "Why do you think I would be the best for you to propose such to? I mean, there are manydies out there who won''t hesitate to climb your bed. Why did you choose to ask me this?" My keen eyes were on him as a chuckle rumbled in his chest.


    "Amanda." My name left his mouth with a soft snort. "I already said it. You amuse me and besides, I feel like you are not like every otherdy. I just need some... social presence and you are the best person to help me with that." If I was a casual person, I would have been blushing and smiling as he gave me his reasons. I knew people like Martin. They would give you reasons you want to hear and not their ulterior motives.


    "No." I picked up my purse.


    "W-What?" He stuttered. Martin just stuttered.


    "No. I don''t involve myself in shady agreements like that. If you need a girlfriend, you should go through the process of asking her out before moving into other steps." With that, I rose to my feet and walked out of the ce. Anger coursed through me. Who did he think I was? Someone who would opt for an opportunity because of what?


    He really underestimated me.


    I let out a scoff and went to the bar where I knew the girls were waiting for me. I had asked Natalia if Tania was there. She gave me a negative response. It was better like that because if I cast my eyes on her, she would pay back for those words she spat the other day.


    I walked into the bar, the ring bass and the smell of alcohol making me want to run back to the pack house. At least, there was quietness there.


    I strode to the ce where I knew the girls would be and as they would have it, they were there except Tania was present also.


    "What is she doing here?" I yelled over the music.


    Natalia winced,ing to me and then pulling me to their center. "Amanda, you don''t need to be angry, you know. We would have our fight here and there but we have to forgive each other, you know." She tried to pacify me. I let out a snort, taking my arms off hers.


    "She did not deserve my forgiveness after she spat that gibberish from her stinky mouth." I hissed.


    Natalia tugged at her that she should speak but I guessed the new gig she got had gotten into her head that she didn''t know her ce. "Don''t bother yourself, Natalia. She woulde back." I said to her, my eyes cast on Tania''s stubborn attitude.


    "So what now?" Maria asked, dropping the ss of alcoholic wine on the table before us.


    Just as Natalia opened her mouth to speak, a bulky man approached us. I knew him. He was one of Martin''s men.


    I was expecting him to call me but when his eyes moved past me thennded on Natalia who seemed confused.


    "Our boss requests for you." He informed her and Natalia jumped to her feet.


    "Who?" She asked, ncing around.


    "Martin." He responded and she let out a scream, the music doing nothing to cover her voice.


    "Really?" She asked, shaking her hands in the air in excitement and then facing us. "My dream came freaking true!"


    She rushed behind the bulky man. My jaw hardened. I knew the reason he was doing this. I cannot let Natalia take that from me.


    "At least, Natalia''s dream came true. I am sure Martin will make her his girlfriend and she will ept immediately."


    Never! I will not allow that to happen. Not on my watch.


    I picked up my phone furiously and clicked on his number.


    "Okay. I agree! Let''s meet and discuss the terms." I sent it to him and stared at the ce he had reserved. The light shone behind the curtains and he didn''t seem to read it for long before he dropped his phone. Fucker was enjoying this.