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

Max turns, grabbing both sides of my face.


"Are you okay?" he whispers, his wild eyes looking into mine with an unrecognizable longing in them. 


I nod, grabbing onto his hands, the warmth of them pulling me into him. 


"Yes, my cab is coming and taking me home," I inform him, my eyes fluttering.


He glances up deep in thought, before looking me in the eyes.


"No, you're coming home with me," he demands, rather than asks.


"What? No, I can go home. I'm fine," I insist, I can't go home with him. I'm drunk and finding him irresistible tonight.


"You're not okay, and I'm not letting you get in a car with a stranger in this condition. You will either come willingly or not, your choice," he replies arrogantly. 


I glower at him; my stomach protesting that last sour daiquiri. 


Chapter 23