How To Fake an Engagement with the Best Man - London Casey Page 0,2



Jake stepped back and lowered himself to one knee.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my left hand.


“I love you, sugar,” he said. “I love all our moments. Our first date. When you tripped the waitress and hot chocolate was spilled all over me. When you accidentally put cinnamon in the spaghetti sauce when you cooked for me for the first time. And, yeah, I’m allergic to cinnamon and we ended up in the ER, but it was worth it. You still kissed me at the end of the night. Or last summer in the Bahamas, when I cut my leg on coral and you wanted to pee on it, thinking it would help. But that’s for jellyfish stings. You’re everything to me. I say bring on the bad luck and then we’ll make our own good luck. Marry me, sugar. Be my wife.”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Jake stood back up and kissed me.

A horn blared from behind Jake.

I looked and saw a dump truck headed our way.

Jake grabbed my hand and pulled me across the road, but not in time… the dump truck tried to stop but ended up crashing into the back of my car.

The metal crunched and Jake hugged me to shield me.

After a few seconds of silence, we looked at each other.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t think a tire change is going to help now,” he said.

I laughed.

He laughed.

We kissed.

And as we laid on the ground, he reached into his pocket and took out a diamond ring and slipped it on the ring finger of my left hand.

And for all the bad luck I had in life, I had never felt so lucky before…

“I never felt so lucky before?” I asked as I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, it works,” Marty said to me.

“This is garbage,” I said. “It’s so unrealistic. The dump truck…”

“Quiet, Grace,” Marty snapped at me. “The director is right over there. You haven’t had a paying job in a while. Just take the money and stop.”

“People are going to pay to watch this?” I asked.

“It’s going straight to streaming.”

I cringed.

Hearing that was worse than hearing straight to DVD.

“Take it for what it’s worth,” Marty said. “You got to work on a movie. I have calls out to a lot of people we met here. This is how doors open, Grace.”

Marty squeezed my shoulder and then walked away to talk to the director.

I looked at the TV screen as the credits rolled on the movie.

I shook my head as I rewound back to the dump truck scene.

It was so fake.

The backgrounds were totally different.

The crash didn’t look real.

Even us on the ground… it didn’t make sense at all.

The road was wide open and flat.

A dump truck couldn’t have seen the red car or two people in the middle of the road?

And who in the hell purposely puts nails on the road to make their girlfriend get a flat tire?

I lowered my head and sighed.

My career was this… movies like this.

Cheap, quickly written rom coms that went straight to streaming.

A hand touched my back.

“Emotional over that performance?”

I lifted my gaze to Pete.

He played Jake in the movie.

“How do you let this shit go, man?” I asked.

“I get drunk, have wild sex, check my bank account, then clean myself and head to the next audition.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.”

“We had some chemistry on screen together, didn’t we?”

I laughed. “Is this a pickup line? Do you do this with all your co-stars?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

I rolled my eyes. “Wow. Okay, Jake…”

“I do that too,” he whispered. “We can be Jake and Ashley one more time.”

I reached up and tapped my pointer finger to his perfect nose. “They were too vanilla for me.”

“So should we find out what Pete and Grace are like in bed then?”

From the corner of my eye I heard the ending credits playing to the stupid movie.

I stood up.

I grabbed Pete by the shirt. “We go in your order. Drunk. Sex. Clean up. Next audition.”

“Why don’t we just focus on the drunk and sex part together?” he offered. “Then we call it a day. Or night.”

“Even better,” I said.

As I walked by Marty and Ace (the director), Marty smiled big and Ace clapped his hands.

“What a movie,” he said. “Can’t wait to work together again.”

I smiled big and wiped the corners of my eyes. “What a great ending!”

I turned and felt my lip begin to curl.

The only ending was that of my acting career.

Chapter One


I lifted my glass. “To you, brother. Locking