Savannah’s sister is marrying the man who broke her heart. To survive the wedding, she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. But as pretend kisses start to feel real, Savannah must choose—keep the act going, or risk everything for the man who’s been by her side all along.
His smile radiated satisfaction, a gleam in his eyes that spoke of victory. “Is that a yes?” I narrowed my eyes, a playful challenge igniting within me. “What’s in it for me? I mean, aside from your… well, you know, and the mind-blowing sex that curiously never seems to happen on a bed.” I added…
“Meet me outside, left side, by the hedges,” I instructed, my tone leaving no room for discussion. The night enveloped the world in a cool embrace, the manicured garden standing in stark contrast under the ethereal glow of floodlights. Shadows stretched and danced, as if whispering secrets to the night. From within the restaurant, the…
Her brow arched in surprise. “What now? Playing chaperone?” “Just keeping you clear-eyed so I can fuck you again when we get back.” My hand slid lower, resting possessively on her backside. “This time…” She froze, a wave of pink flooding her cheeks. A cough escaped her lips, a poor attempt to mask her embarrassment.…
Her father jumped in, clearly eager to diffuse the awkwardness. “Ah, he’s just being coy. You know, keeping his edge close to the chest. That’s what makes him-“ “I should check on my fiancée,” I interjected, already stepping back from their circle. “Stay, stay,” he urged, his hand catching my arm in a futile attempt…
“Hey,” I murmured as I reached her, the clapping still echoing behind us. “Are you okay?” Her arms wrapped around herself, as if trying to contain her shivers. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.” The lie slipped from her lips so easily, it made my heart ache. I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over her…
She turned at the sound of my entry, her hair slicked back, her eyes wide with surprise. She didn’t say a word; she simply floated there, watching me with an intensity that made my heart race. I swam closer, deliberately, not forcing the issue or chasing her down. I closed the distance with each stroke,…
I heard him moving quickly, the sound of water sloshing as he stepped out, his footsteps echoing on the floor. “Savannah-“ “Fuck off, Roman!” He caught up with me in two strides, his grip firm around my wrist, almost desperate. I twisted away, struggling against him. “Let go. Roman!” “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said…
A phone. It felt oddly heavy in my hands as he placed it on my lap, as though it carried a weight far beyond its physical form. I stared at it, a chill running down my spine. “What is this?” “Turn it on, Savannah.” His voice had lost its playful tone, hardening into something serious,…
I stared at the crushed remains, a mix of emotions clogging my throat-relief, gratitude, the lingering shame of that video, and a flicker of embarrassment that he had to do this for me. But before I could dwell on it too long, I spun around and launched myself into his arms. He caught me effortlessly,…
Before I knew it, I had jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling the warmth and strength of him against me. “Careful,” he murmured, his grip tightening around me, one large hand sliding under my thigh while the other supported my back. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” “You actually did it,…