Deke (Fake Boyfriend, #3)

by Eden Finley

Chapter Two LENNON

Nooooo. I'm dead. That's my son's name. And that's what I get for not reading the book blurb.

What the hell kind of name is Lennon, anyway?

... RUDE.

Strömberg would thrive if he was in the encouraging environment he requires to grow into a player who doesn’t need to hide behind a sniper.

I laugh and shake my head. “You. It’s … you.” He points to his chest. “Clark. Did you forget your boyfriend’s name?” “Ooh, I didn’t get the chance to tell you. We broke up. You cheated on me.” “Wow, I’m an asshole.”

Ok but this banter is 10/10

“Drink? I’ll replace the one Tommy spilled.” His lips quirk. “Sure. I’ll let you buy me one.” “It’s open bar.” “Even better. I’ll buy you one.”

“Writer,” he says more clearly. “Oh, dear God, take my money,” I joke. “You poor thing, you’re probably starving. I can probably bribe a guy to give you a whole tray of appetizers too.”

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. Why the fuck not? a little voice says. I think it’s coming from my dick.

“Beatle!” Matt Jackson’s husband says and crash-tackles Clark into a hug.

I really don't know if I can read this book the name + Beatles references are too close for comfort

“You? You wrote those articles about me?” I’m so pucked.

I sigh. “One drink.” “Three.” “Two?” “Four.” I purse my lips. “I don’t think you realize how this negotiating thing goes.” “Okay, fine. We’ll stay for five drinks.”

“Hey, Jude.” Great. Let’s start with The Beatles jokes.

I almost named Lennon Jude and this is making me uncomfy

“When are you going to tell them the truth about me?” he whispers. I shrug. “At our engagement party?”

But matching tattoos? That’s practically the same as a wedding band. No, it’s actually worse. Wedding bands can come off.

“What was that all about?” I ask. Ash shakes his head. “I dunno. He’s been acting weird lately.”

Max in love with Ash?

Me: I wish I could sit with you right now. I want to hold your hand. Lennon: Is that another Beatles joke?

Noah turns to Lennon. “I like him, Beatle.” As I walk away, Lennon complains, “Don’t call me Beatle.” Followed by Noah saying, “Okay, Ringo.”