No feelings.
No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.
If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.
It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.
We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.
But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.

Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.

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Plus One

"So tell me about your parents," I change the subject. He rubs at his chin, clearly not liking the turn of conversation.


"I co-own a business as an architect. It's different than most people think as we take one project on at a time and we help on the building process," he explains.


"That sounds nice," I genuinely reply and he scoffs. 


"The other one is my dad, he's all business and ties. We have different ideas on how owning a company should work," his words come out with pain and anguish. "My mom is a trophy wife, her words not mine," he smirks, his hard eyes softening mentioning her. "She is a retired lawyer but you wouldn't know it by the way she's always debating everything you say."


I swallow hard, lawyers and architects... I can't help but sound like a third wheel with not going to any prestigious college. 


"So what about you?" he asks with a lift of his chin.


Raising my head I blow a breath through hollowed cheeks.


Chapter 15