Page 45 of Meet Fake


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“This is really good.” Sage holds the glass in front of her and looks at the pink drink.

“Thank you. It’s always popular with my friends.”

“Sage, tell us more about yourself. My wife told me you went to Chamber Prep, quite a prestigious school. I know the headmaster.”

Of course he does. I keep that to myself, biting my tongue. The taste of copper is better than ruining the night.

“I did.” Sage smiles fondly. “It’s a wonderful school. I have great memories there, and it prepared me well for life, not just academically.”

I look at her with a smile. She sits tall and straight, her legs crossed at the ankles.

She’s the epitome of class, like Kate Middleton at a public event.

Okay, maybe you’re pushing it a bit, buddy.

My gaze turns to my dad, who nods in agreement.

“A good education is well-rounded.”

“I agree,” my mom adds.

I feel like I’ve been transported to another universe. Who are these people?

“Tristan, how are you?” My dad turns his attention to me.

“I’m doing well.”

“Have you given my proposal any more thought?” My dad stares intently.

“I have, and my answer is the same.” I don’t want to get into this in front of Sage.

“I think you should reconsider,” my mom adds. “It’s a wonderful opportunity. It’ll give you more than enough to live comfortably and provide for your future.” She eyes Sage. “And donate all you want to charities.” Her voice holds an air of superiority that irks me.

“We’ve discussed this.” I clench my jaw. “I don’t want to donate to charities. I’ve already told you that I want to start an organization and provide services to orphanages in underprivileged countries.” My fist clenches on my lap.

A warm hand covers it, uncoiling my fingers one by one.

I look over at Sage with wide eyes. She smiles softly, forcing my fingers to relax and slipping hers into mine. I take a deep breath, unable to look away. The sensation ripples goosebumps up my arm. I’m struck silent. Staring at her is my only goal.

“I think you’re missing out, son.” My dad breaks the spell.

I look at my parents and shake my head.

“I thought we were here to enjoy a family dinner, not discuss your opinions about my career.”

“We are.” My mom has the audacity to smile. “Don’t you think Tristan would be wonderful for the family business?” She looks at Sage.

I feel her tense, and I squeeze her hand. I’m about to tell my mother not to put her in the middle of this. It’s such a manipulative move, knowing Sage won’t be rude to them.

“With all due respect,” Sage begins speaking, and my wide eyes turn to her. “Your family business is one to be proud of. Not many people can keep a successful business going from generation to generation, especially in the fast-paced world of real estate. However, Tristan is meant for something different. He’s so passionate about making the world a better place.”

I close my eyes, a wide smile covering my face. I blink my eyes and look at Sage with gratitude. Lifting our joined hands, I kiss the top of hers. I freeze as soon as my lips brush her smooth skin. Her lips part, eyes round. Awkwardness fills the space between us, and I drop her hand like it’s on fire.

Her eyebrows furrow as she places her hands on her lap. I feel like a jerk, but I can’t think straight. I take a sip of my drink, hoping the burn will snap me out of this growing sensation.

“While I agree that helping those less fortunate is a worthy endeavor, there are ways to do it while having a real career.” My mom tears our attention away from the tension between us.

“Running a charitable organization is a real career, Mom.“ My voice grows louder.

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