Faking It with Mr Nightshadow (Alphalicious Billionaires 2)

I know, Mr. Shadow, that you probably get a lot of messages. You’re obviously built like sin and with a name like a villain instead of a hero, who couldn’t help but be attracted to you. Likely, you’ll think that I’m crazy or that I’m joking. I can assure you that I’m not joking. I don’t know about the crazy. Definitely nerdy. My mom would say I’m a lost cause. Still not sure about the crazy.

Anyway, I’ll get to the point. I wasn’t exactly popular in high school and I’m still not. I’m a classic charity case. I’m not asking for a pity fuck or anything. I know this is a dating site, so I’ll put that out there. I’m a nice girl. I have a cat and I might be on the verge of becoming a plant lady. Still not sure if I should write crazy in front of that. I work at a mom and pop shop. I love what I do. I have a few good friends, because I think in life, that’s all we really need. I have a brother and a mom and dad. They’re average. I’m painfully average.

The thing is, I have a high school reunion coming up. The big ten year. I think I’ve done a lot with my life. I’m happy with it and that’s all that counts. However, I’ll confess to being shamefully insecure deep down, as we probably all are. I just want for once, to feel like I excelled at something. Even, shamefully enough, if that’s my upcoming high school reunion. I don’t want to be the kid who gets picked on and bullied ten years later. I don’t want to come away an emotional wreck who needs to binge watch all my favorite comic book related movies as a form of self-help since I can’t afford real therapy.

I’m a geek at heart. Truly. And I love it. But for just one day, I’d like to be the cool kid when it counts.

You’re probably wondering (if by some mercy and miracle you’re still reading) how you can help. Well… in short, you’re hot. I think you’re more than that though. Your eyes are incredible. I’ll confess that I imagined what your mom and dad look like to give you such astonishing genetics. Damn, they did a good job. Next time you see them, you should thank them for your eyes. You look intelligent, witty, smart, charming. You also look like you have a little bit of a dark side. You have this vulnerability in your eyes that I was immediately drawn to. You look a little sad, like maybe you have a shit history or maybe someone said something particularly awful to you the day that photo you posted was taken. You also look like you’d be the life of the party when it counts and like you’d laugh until you cried, and you wouldn’t be ashamed at all of those man tears.

I’m probably way off. I’m not a stalker or even creepy, I swear.

I know this is a long shot, and by long shot, I probably have a better chance of marrying my teenage heartthrob (who just happens to be an animated character- I’m a geek through and through. Please don’t judge) than I do of having you meet me and agree to pose as my fake boyfriend for a day for my high school reunion so I can, for the first time ever, kick some prissy, snobby, fake, bitchy, jock, ass.

If you do decide that you’d like to win the Nicest Guy Of The Year award, message me back. I’m sure you’ll have good karma for the rest of your life for doing me this favor.

Thanks in advance,

Ashton (yes, I have one of those guy-girl names, but I truly am a girl). Also something I was teased unmercifully for growing up right along with the bad skin and the braces and the glasses.) I know my photo on here isn’t good and that’s on purpose. I can send you a real one if you’re interested.

For the record, I was captivated by your eyes first, your six pack second.

And also, for the record, you look a little like my favorite villain. Or like you’d play a good one, based on your looks. And villains are always more kick ass than the heroes. Even if they always lose.

Ash.

A sense of humor. Trace liked that. He admired the wit and the courage that had gone into the writing of that message. It was different. Different wasn’t always bad.

He’d always had a sense of chivalry. He wasn’t the knight in shining armor, but he was a sucker for a damsel in distress.

He’d been working on his appearance since that photo was taken. He’d grown out his hair. Put on a little weight, all muscle since he’d changed his workout routine. He still ran every single morning, mostly in an attempt to clear his head, but he also ate protein like it was going out of style and bulked up.