Heart of Ice

Chapter 6

Iris
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"Fine, I'll do it." I say feeling extremely pressured. "Good." he says. "I don't even know your name though." I tell him.

"My name is Rhys. Rhys Anderson." he says coldly. "Alright. Iris Ashwood." I say awkwardly. "Meet me here tomorrow, 8am. Don't be here late, I won't wait anything over 30 seconds." He says not looking at her once. Iris nods.

Rhys walks away not saying anything else. Not gonna lie he's kind of a dickhead. Meh it's fine, I need the money to pay of my fine. I finish my coffee and I head back home as I have nothing better to do.

I honestly feel like crap since yesterdays bullshit. I can't believe that nobody f*king trusts me. I have to get back into the ice rink as soon as possible.

(Timeskip to the next morning)

It's about 7:30am. I wake up, rushing to get ready, to meet Rhys. I rush to my car and drive to the coffee shop once again. I reach there at 7:59am.

I caught his gaze as soon as it turned 8am. "I honestly thought you'd back out." said Rhys coldly. I roll my eyes and sit opposite him. He places the contract in front of me. "As you see there are rules. Read." he says arrogantly.

Rule #1: No touching each other unless in front of other people.
Rule #2: Don't do anything to the other person unless allowed to or urgency.
Rule #3: Only kissing the cheek, forhead and hand.
Rule #4: No one is allowed to have any romantic relationship with another person for as long as this fake relationship lasts.
Rule #5: Don't fall in love.

Alright that's officially weirded me out. I sigh. "I'm sure I can abide by your 'rules', Rhys." I scoff. "Sign." he suddenly says. "What?" I say. He gives me a cold stare, looks at the paper, then the pen, then back at me. I get what he's saying. I quickly sign the contract.

And just like that...we're dating...yay. "Now, unfortunately we have to 'spend time' with each other so we can be better at acting. Next week we're visiting my father together so I have to be ready." he says in an emotionless tone. "Okay...?" I reply.

"What's your address?" he asks in a cold voice. "Huh? Why are you-" he cuts me off. "Just f*cking tell me." he says. I tell him my address and he nods. I'll pick you up tomorrow. 9am. Be ready.