Fake Queen

“Perhaps after you transfer ownership of your store to me,” Olivia said, scoffing lightly. Dylan burst into laughter, as though she had just told the funniest joke he had heard in his life. “Miss Emma is quite expensive,” he said once his laughter subsided. “I’m Dylan, since you seem to have forgotten my name. And I’m serious. A cup of coffee would do.” Olivia ignored him completely. When she stopped at the installation devices section and requested a tracker along with CCTV equipment, Dylan’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I actually majored in this field before starting my acting career,” he said casually. “I can help you install everything at your place. You can repay me with a cup of coffee.” Olivia snapped her head toward him. “What exactly are you?” she asked, staring at him in disbelief. For a brief moment, she genuinely wondered what he was made of. Most people would have backed off by now. But this man seemed abnormally patient. Almost immune to irritation. “I’ll pass,” Ol