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.

Plus One is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Plus One

Shopping with Quinn I look at a pair of plaid sweat pants at Victoria's Secret when my phone buzzes.


Hey, my brother is having a party. Want to come? –M


I furrow my brows. Want to come? Does he need me for appearances or does he want me to come because he wants to spend time with me?


"Why is your face like that?" Quinn asks, her hands full of bright colored clothes.


"Max invited me to his brother's party," I tell her.


"For like, to show you off to his brother?" She tilts her head to the side confused.


"I don't know, he didn't say," I shake my head.


"Maybe he wants you to throw up on him again. Maybe it's a new thing men are into," she replies casually, sniffing some perfume.


I ignore her. I never should have told her about that.


Quinn looks at me as we wait for the three little dots to stop bouncing as Max replies.


Chapter 25