47: Reject Him

Fenella’s POV "Sorry, but I don't know that name at all," He admitted.  "She's our school alumna who became a sexy model. You pointed to a school billboard ad with her face prominently displayed. You said she was your type of girl. That's what you said on prom night." I persisted stubbornly.  "Me?" He pointed to himself.  "Are you sure that was me? I don't remember! I don't even know what Charlotte looks like." He chuckled and shook his head. Is he truly didn't remember at all? "But you answered with the same response at the club! You said your type of girl is a sexy girl," I sulked amid my tears. "That's because I was helping you and Jessy. Jessy told me that you were having trouble meeting Oscar's wishes. He said I had to lure you to perform on stage as a form of spontaneity. That's why I eventually came up with an idea and asked him to collaborate with me." He slowly explained.  "I wasn't serious when I said that. It was all just an act," He said slowly.  "Really?" I asked, still un