Ayla blinked. "So you basically want me to be your girlfriend just so your mom will leave you alone?"
Draven nodded. "Yeah, that's the plan."
She understood, but she hesitated. "I'm Troy's ex-wife. That's super awkward. Why not pick someone else?"
"Why would I hand such a big favor to some random woman? Ayla, my favors aren't cheap."
Ayla had nothing to say.
Draven continued, "If you pretend to be my girlfriend at events, there'll be close contact. I hate dealing with strangers. You're my secretary, and we already work fine. I don't need to adapt to someone new."
Ayla knew that was true.
He leaned toward her, his presence heavy and kind of aggressive, like the cold, serious boss. "Ayla, you asked me for help. I'm collecting interest. You don't get to tell me no again."
Her whole body tightened. It might've been the first time he ever pushed her like that, leaving her shaken but weirdly clear. He normally stayed calm even when people made him mad, which reminded her of how soft he'd been with her lately.
He had already treated her more than fairly.
So how could she not repay it?
Pretending to be his girlfriend felt like a debt she owed. Working with him and using each other would keep things equal, so she wouldn't feel guilty.
Ayla nodded. "Okay, Mr. Storm. I'll pretend to be your girlfriend."
After he heard what he wanted, he backed off, and the pressure faded. He noticed her unease and lowered his eyes. "Don't stress. Since I'm the one asking, I'll handle whatever drama shows up. You just stand by me when I need it."
Ayla smiled. Draven wasn't like Troy, who didn't take responsibility. Draven could handle anything.
She laughed a little. "Okay."
Draven said, "Since you're my girlfriend, you can't take favors from other men for two years."
"Two years?"
"I date to get married. If it ends fast, it won't look real."
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