Bradley Will Simpson is a hopeless romantic whose celebrity status has been dwindling. Quinn Desireé Jones is learning how to love and struggling to get a promotion in her job. When an unfortunate incident leads them to get in a fake relationship, t...
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Quinn was convinced that she was dreaming when she woke up in Brad's bed, only to realise that it was real.
She looks at the painkillers on his nightstand, then she immediately takes one and drinks the water right beside it. She then looks at her clothes and sees that she is no longer wearing the clothes she was wearing yesterday, except for her underwear.
“Why—” Quinn says as she looks around once more, then she sees her clothes hanging at the door of Brad’s walk-in closet and her bag on the stool right below it. After confirming that her things are still intact, she goes outside and sees Brad on the sofa, sweaty from what she can only hope was a jog at a nearby park.
“Morning,” Brad says in an unsure voice, but still with a small smile.
"Morning. What am I doing here?" Quinn asks in a confused manner, making Brad slightly more relaxed because he knows that she is not mad at him.
"You...got in a bit of trouble last night. You were so drunk that someone saw you fall down, then they called the first person they could see in your contacts. Apparently, I am still in your speed dial," Brad says, then Quinn sighs as she goes and sits next to him.
"God, I need to change that soon. At least you know that I'm still bad at technology," Quinn says, then Brad chuckles.
"I don't mind. I know we've broken up, but I can still be your emergency contact. It's not like I am seeing anyone else, anyway," Brad says, then the small smile on Quinn's face turns into a frown when she notices the faint bruises on Brad’s hand.
“Did I cause that?” Quinn says as she points to Brad’s hand, then he holds it and shakes his head.
“I got into a fist fight with Mac. He suspended me from work for a week, and he’s planning to charge me for physical assault,” Brad says, then Quinn looks at Brad’s eyes.
“You didn’t hit him on purpose, did you?” Quinn asks, then Brad shakes his head.
“It was self-defense. He pushed me against his door and smacked me hard. I didn't know what else to do…” Brad trails off, then Quinn gently takes Brad’s arm so she can take a closer look at his hand.
“I’m so sorry,” Quinn says.
“It’s fine. It’s healing quite well,” Brad says, then Quinn lets go of his arm.
“I can make some breakfast for us if you’d like?” Quinn asks Brad, who sighs.
“Only if it’s completely fine with you. I can order us food, if you’re too hungover,” Brad says, then Quinn chuckles.
“I’ll cook. In the meantime, you can take a shower,” Quinn says, then Brad submissively nods his head before standing up and heading to the bathroom. Quinn, on the other hand, rummages through Brad’s kitchen, which did not contain much choices, and proceeds to make breakfast.
