Leonardo's pov

I had to lied to Erica because of her imprudent behaviour and stubbornness of starting over our relationship. I didn't even remember how many times I had tried to fill her thick skull with the truth that everything was a mistake. Definitely a biggest one. Nevertheless, it seemed like it was impossible for her to decipher the truth. Although, she took it smoothly that Jane was my girlfriend but I didn't think  she was one of those who give up so soon. I knew her. She was a stubborn bitch. She'd go to any extreme to make sure if I was lying.

I'd tell Jane about this. I was well aware that she wouldn't understand and I'd definitely be dead the second she knows what I told Erica about her and my fake relationship. But I was gonna make her. Since she had a favour to return.

I pulled over in front of her apartment and parked my car. Since I've already had every information from her measurements to her bank account, it wasn't a big deal to get her apartment. Call me stalker or creep but she was getting into my skin and I wanted to know everything about her. She was the only girl who wasn't affected by my charms. On the other hand, here I was drooling over her like a puppy for a bone.

When I reached the door to her apartment some unfamiliar voices built up a suspicious sensation inside me, especially a man's voice.

As soon as the door opened, a wave of anger rushed throughout my body seeing Jane in arms of a stranger. His one hand was around her shoulders, while other was underneath her ass.
She let a stranger touch her but me. What happened to her knee now? Was that a special move only for me when she kneed me between my legs? She didn't even think I could've fired her for that. But the truth was I would never do that since it was my mistake slapping her ass 'cause I couldn't even control my testosterones.

"Who're you?" I gritted out, ignoring the death glare that Jane was sending my way. I didn't care if she was angry at me or not. But I was angry at her, so much angry that I wanted to fire her right at this moment for not letting me touch her but a stranger. However, I'd another plans for her.

"Who the hell are you, dude?" The boy asked almost confused.

Seriously? Dude?

"My bo—" Before Jane could say anything I cut her, "Her boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend!" The woman behind me that I didn't realise was there until yet exclaimed.

"Boyfriend?" The guy repeated, surprised.

"Boyfriend?" Jane's tone was different than others as if talking with gritted teeth.
I could see her grip around the guy's neck tightened. She almost choked him to death before she loosened her grip around him.

At this moment, I felt pity for him.

"Curse you, sis!" The guy choked, suddenly making me confused. Then I carefully took a hold of his features. His eyes were hazel green, same as Jane. But Jane's was more beautiful, obviously. His jawline was more enhanced giving him manly look, but his nose was same as Jane....sharp.

Then realisation hit me hard.....he was her brother.

In spite of the disaster of her wrath which I was gonna see next; undoubtedly, a wave of relief passed over me.

She wasn't in arms of a stranger. I was proud of her.

"Look at him. Isn't he the cutest boyfriend ever?" The woman exclaimed—might be her mother. "Don't be jealous, boy. He's her twin brother—Luke." I stiffened as she embraced me in a warm motherly hug. It's been so long since I'd felt this feeling, completely foreign. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.

I looked at Jane and gulped hard watching the fury in her eyes. If eyes could kill, I'd be dead right now.

Jane's pov

Damn you, Leonardo! Damn you!

How dare he told my family that he was my boyfriend?

I'd rather eat poop toothpaste than becoming his girlfriend.

We were about to pretend only in Ryder's eyes, not in my family's. Screw it, I didn't want to play this game anymore ever since he slapped my ass.

The nerve of that bastard.

He had audacity to call himself my boyfriend after what he'd done to me. And mom believed him too. Not just believed him but also invited him for dinner. I couldn't say a word or protest against him because my mom was so happy with him. It seemed like the devil himself had conjured her.

They were right. No woman could resist his charms, not even my mother.

I'd talk to him after dinner, in private where no one could here his screaming.

"This steak is delicious. Best in the world." Leo exclaimed that made mom blush. Oh, how much I wish dad would be there.

"Oh come on, Leo. It's not that good." Mom flushed, her cheeks became red.

I  internally cringed.

"I never lie, Char." Leo smirked, and mom bit her lip.

Ewww! He even called her by her nickname that only dad was allowed to say.

Pervert! Arrghhh! Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!

It wasn't mom's fault that she was flattened on him. He was the one who had been lying to her about how he thought mom was my younger sister and all. Even Luke was flattened on him because Leo had promised him to have a boys night at his mansion where they would play video games together.

He had his own way to get into everybody's heart.
Damn him thousand times.

I cleared my throat to bring their attention on me however, they didn't pay a heed. I again cleared my throat but this time so loudly that I choked on my own saliva.

"Oh sweetie, you okay?" Mom asked worriedly, rubbing my back.

"Yeah, I'm good." turning my head towards Leo, I said sweetly, "Baby, Can you please help me to get up to my bedroom?"

Leo seemed shocked, and the way he gulped I could sense the fear in his eyes.

Good boy.

"Sure." He said smiling. He got up and helped me to straighten up myself. Oh god, my back. It was hurt like hell.

As soon as we reach my room, I locked the door while Leo staring at my bed.

Pervert. He was mind fucking me on this bed.

"How dare you lying to my family?" I snapped.

"Trust me, I wasn't gonna say that but surprisingly it slipped out of my mouth." He reasoned out.

"I don't want to play this game anymore, Leo. So you're gonna tell my mother that you're not my boyfriend."

He stared at me for awhile before he dictated, "No."

What the—

"Erica showed up today at my office, and to rid her I told her that I moved on and you're my girlfriend." He added.

"Why me? There are so much women who are dying to be your girlfriend." Oh god, I really didn't want to play this game anymore.

"Because you're running throughout my mind and besides, You owe me a favour."

"Oh, I don't remember anything like that."

"I helped you in case of Ryder, now it's your turn to return the favour." He stated, making me frustrated.

"It was so kind of you to help me, Sir. But what was the exact reason behind that? Oh yes, How can I forget that. You wanted to get into my pants." I exclaimed furiously.

His jaw clenched and he said, "And who was the one that used me against Ryder? Who was the one that was using a strategy to seduce and destroy? You." He snapped, "Whatever was my intention behind it, yet I helped you and what I got in return. Nothing. Not even a kiss."

I gasped. The nerve of this man. "B-But I Let you kiss my cheek."

He groaned remembering the day when I made fool of him. "Never play the player, Ms Sanders. You're gonna pretend that we're a couple Or else—"

Seriously? Now This guy was threatening me?

"Or else what?" I straightened myself standing in front of him, our noses were brushing.

A corner of his mouth lifted up as he said in a deep threatening voice, "Or else I'd tell your mother how terrible that steak was."

I gasped, "You wouldn't dare!"

Mom thinks that her steak is the best steak ever, but in reality it's a worst steak I've ever eaten in my life. It will break her heart to know that she's only a good baker, But This Cooking thing is not her cup of tea.

"You know me better than anybody else, Jane." He said, "If you don't want to see your mom cry, do as I say."

Shit. I'd no other choice but to do what he said.

"You believe this is a game, and you may be right." He smirked stepping back, his hands were in his pants' pocket. "But if you think you can play it better than me, think again."

With that he walked through the door leaving me behind with a question that 'who would help me sitting on the Potty?'