Unexpectedly Wanted

Milo

Remy.

Just his name alone made a rush of anger burn through me.

I hated him. Just like he hated me.

Oh, that smug look on his face that said he could do everything I could do better was always there.

So, if I hated him so much, then how did we end up fake boyfriends?

That was a question I constantly asked myself. Still, I went along with it.

It wasn't believable. Actually, it was downright laughable.

But the more I got to know him, the more I realized that I might have been wrong about him.

All my life I'd felt invisible. With Remy, it was the opposite. I didn't know what to do with that or the feelings that might have come along with it.

There was a chance it didn't matter, though, since I realized how much I cared about him a little too late.

Will I tell him how I feel before the danger of our job catches up with us?

Or will I die leaving him to think that I still hated him?