Chapter One
Tiara
A sheath, a trumpet, an empire waist…
What do you wear for a wedding that spells… ‘back off’ in bold capital letters?
Going through the dresses on my bed I sigh inwardly and raise a copper sheath dress to the mirror. Ugly enough. But not exactly classy. I want something that says classy in a I’d-rather-be-anywhere-but-here style.
My sister – Ciara – is finally getting married, choosing to stay with the son of the billionaire she was having an affair with last year. As if the world needed any reminder that Ciara Lemptons all but public-fucked a man thrice her age.
Maybe if I choose not to go for the wedding she wouldn’t notice?
Who am I kidding, she definitely wouldn’t notice. I could hit her up the next day with a ‘lovely dress yesterday’ text and she would probably reply with something like ‘whatever’ without ever knowing better.
But my mom and her dad … and my dad would definitely notice my absence. The dried up daises next to the watered roses.
Sighing again, loudly this time, I grab another dress, a mauve trumpet, and hold it up at my reflection.
How are all of my dresses this ugly? I should’ve planned this earlier, I should’ve bought something. It’s only two days to the wedding and I don’t have a fuc—
My phone buzzes quickly and I grab it from under my pillows to stare at the screen. It’s a text from Melody, my longtime best friend:
“Don’t wear the mauve dress, Tee. I’m damn serious.”
I scowl at the screen and hit her with a middle finger emoji, before dropping it back beneath the pillows.
She’s lucky, she can literally wear an old sack and still end up looking like a snack with her gorgeous African body.
I pick another dress, and dump it without even looking twice at it. It’s a fluffy dress my mother bought for me a while ago, with artificial feathers on the cuff and neckline. She bought the same dress for Ciara and made us both wear it for her open house party two years ago. The fashion the gown appeared smug on Ciara’s flawless form and loose on mine made her a highlight for the media.
And me too. But not for the same reasons.
I hate that dress and without my feelings towards the fabric, I can’t even wear it if I tried. My backside has gotten slightly rounder during the past two years much to Melody’s delight.
The doorbell chimes loudly pulling me away from my thoughts with a pang.
Striding out of my cozy bedroom, across the living area and to the door, I make a mental list of the people I might be expecting today. Naturally, I’m not expecting anyone but if I have to place a bet on it, I’ll put all my money on Melody. She’s one of our friends from college and the most likely to appear unannounced on my doorstep than any of the other four and lawd I hope she has something I can borrow.
I turn the doorknob and pull the door open. “Hey I hope you’ve got so—”
The words dry in my throat as the face in front of me registers to my suddenly foggy brain.
Dark hair, dark eyes, the kind of roguish face a sculptor would literally kill for. A half smile flits across his lips. “Hey Tee.”
“Wha…” the words trail off my tongue, “Ryan?”
He nods, unbothered, as if he totally expected my mouth-drop reaction.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks past me to my cozy apartment. “You’re not gonna let me in?”
Shaking myself mentally, I step aside to let him in, the shock of seeing him still resonating in my core. It’s been what? Two whole years? And – I size him up as he walks past me – I didn’t think it possible but somehow he is even more… hotter.
He takes in my apartment in one glance and turns to face me. “You live in the city. You usually let people into your apartment without first checking who they are?”
“Yeah uh…” I rub my sweaty palms on my baggy pajamas, “I actually thought you were Melody.”
Holy fuck! I’m still in my pajama bottoms and the slightly see-through cami top I usually sleep in. I hug myself instinctively and his eyes rake through my body stopping for a brief moment on my nipples.
I blush widely and turn around to close the door.
He clears his throat. “Melody? Geez,” I turn back to see him run a palm through his dark curls, “she’s going too?”
Distractedly, I notice he said ‘going’ instead of ‘coming’. I raise a brow. “You’re not attending?”
He gives me a rueful look. “What do you think?”
Well, for starters, I think he shouldn’t be here, in my apartment, making me all uncomfortable and squirmy. And I also think he shouldn’t be talking about Ciara’s wedding. Isn’t there some kind of unwritten rule where you should never talk about your ex’s marriage?
“Y’know,” he starts strolling around, leisurely running his palm across the quilt on my couch, “I actually thought you weren’t gonna make it to the list too. But I spoke with Jackson yesterday and he said you’ve been invited.”
I nod. “Lucky me. I’m her sister, she’s gotta invite me,” and in my thoughts, I add, “even if she doesn’t want to.”
He gives me a one over. “Yeah right.”
I shrug and stand there awkwardly, squirming under his stare, waiting for him to say something.
His voice is eerily quiet when he says, “You’ve changed a lot, Tee.”
I shrug again, self-consciously this time. “It’s been two years, Ryan.”
He smirks. “For you.”
My brow slightly furrows in confusion. What does he mean? I should be the one saying that, because even though he hasn’t seen me in two years, I definitely have seen him, with all the rest of the New Yorkers who are hooked up to the tabs. Ryan Shelby, son of CEO Shelby who had somehow, branched out and made a name for himself.
He is tall, handsome in that way that makes you do a double-take, and eventually a triple-take, and he is all lean muscles and athletic build. He has always been the media’s favorite, even while we were at college and once he and Ciara became a thing, it was all about them for two years straight.
I shuffle my feet and head towards the kitchen, needing desperately to get away from that stare. “Want something to drink? Coffee? Uh…” I turn and give him a knowing smile, “vodka?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, Tee, I almost never touch vodka anymore. Also, I need a clear head, for what I’m about to do.”
I stop my walk and give him my full attention. “What you’re about to do?”
“You’re about to find out.”
“Okay…”
“First things first, you’ve got to know,” he contemplates for a second, and then shrugs, “your sister doesn’t like you.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Wow, I didn’t already know that,” I can’t stop the sarcasm dripping from my tone, “tell me something I don’t know.”
“You don’t get it. And I can’t explain. I dated her for two years, Tee. She resents you. You basically stole her parents from her, you stole part of her life, and well… you get the idea.”
Again, something I had always known… but hearing another person say it…
And he is wrong too. Ciara and I, yeah we didn’t like each other, but there were times when we… tolerated each other. Maybe even liked each other. After all we are only one year apart and we went to the same schools – and since she had to start school a year late – we stayed in basically the same classrooms till college. We had the same friends, had the same college experience and – hey, technically I didn’t steal her parents. Well maybe we share a mom, but I’ve got my own dad. The one person I don’t have to share with Ciara.
But hearing him say it like that, like I’m some piece of clothing she resents makes me wish I made that coffee earlier, just so I can pour it all on his arrogant incredibly beautiful face.
“Why are you here, Ryan?” I ask him instead, my voice steady, “It’s been ages. And all of a sudden you show up here and act like the last time we spoke was yesterday.”
He sighs and walks up to me, staying a good five feet apart but still somehow managing to tower over me. “Tee,” he starts, his dark eyes pleading, “I’m here because, well, I need a favour.”
It’s hard to hold on to my anger after seeing that look on his face. How can I? We were friends for almost a year before he got to meet Ciara and it’s just not fair that I keep on blaming him for not reciprocating the feelings I had for him back then.
“Tell me then. What kind of favour are we talking about here?”
He steps forward, then repeats the process again, and again, until he is standing not less than two feet away from me. “This is gonna be weird as fuck but Tee,” he pauses until my eyes look up to meet his stormy ones. “I need you to be my girlfriend.”
Chapter TwoRyanHer pretty face scrunches up with confusion and what I figure could be anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?”I hold a hand up, placating. “Hold up Tee, I –”“Ryan I-is this your idea of a joke?”“A joke? Whoa,” I give her a lopsided smile, “y’know people would pay good money to be with me yeah?”She stares at me squarely, a brow arching with a small shake of her head.My smile drops. “Yeah I probably shouldn’t have said that. Listen Tee, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”“I don’t w—”“But I really want you to.”“What – why would you want me to, Ryan? Why would I even want to date you? You’re with my sister.”“Not anymore. I was with your sister.”She shrugs. “Potatoe Potato. Everyone knows y’all still hook up.”“Tee—”“Y’all are still into each other, obviously, there’s no way in hell, I’m getting into that. Ciara loves you.”“That’s kinda my whole point.”She stares at me for a beat. And then it hit her. She gasps, “Oh my God.”I try again. “Tee—”“You wa
Chapter ThreeTiaraDid I just agree to date Ryan Shelby?Well not practically date him, ‘fake’ date him, like Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock in The Proposal. How crazy can this be?How crazy can I get?Giving up on the dress hunt, I fold my dresses back into the closet and sprawl on my bed, replaying the last one hour in my head. One hour, that’s all it took for my whole world to turn upside down.Or is it downside up?To be painfully honest, my life is nowhere going where I planned. Not like I planned much. But ever since I started my own studio with Melody, it’s not been as full blown as expected.You’ll think the daughter of Grace Lemptons would encounter more success in New York.My mother grew up in a small hometown in England like a normal child, but from the time she moved to New York, she has always been the center of things, getting more and more famous the more she grew. It has always been her thing, her charisma, another thing Ciara inherited from her and I didn’t. Marry
RyanThe drive to the airport is a silent one.Tiara is unbelievably quiet, staring out the window of the passenger seat as the city of New York whips by, with her hair slightly billowing around her. She turns to my direction once and goes back to staring.“Music?” I ask her after twenty minutes of silence.She blinks, focusing on me as if surprised I’m in the car. “Music.Yeah.”“What do you like?”She gives me a rueful smile and shrugs lightly, using her index fingers to shift the hair from her face. “Same old.”Eyes on the road, I reach out to the infotainment system with my right hand and scroll through a list of songs settling on Alina Baraz’s ‘Electric’.She sends me a grin and I return it. “You still listen to this?”“Not everyone changes, Ryan.”I give her a shrug. “You did.”She bites her lips softly and automatically my gaze is drawn to its lusciousness, my mind replaying the way it felt, plump and willing under mine a few minutes ago.Color creeps up to her cheeks and she dr
TiaraOkay maybe I overreacted a little.Or more than a little.I probably shouldn’t have fired at him like that. Especially since I had no right to. But he had called our kiss ‘nothing’. A kiss that had me reeling from it for over hours. It had not been nothing. At least not for me.I wanted to explain after, maybe even to apologize. I wanted to tell him I didn’t mean to get all riled up and maybe even blame it all on the stress of the trip. But he spent a whole lotta time in the shower, and by the time he came out I was fast asleep.Throughout the entire journey during the flight and the ride to Ocean City, he remained eerily silent. The only times I heard his voice were when he had to take phone calls, otherwise, he was quiet.As we drive, to shift my attention away from his quiet brooding and the imposing presence he cuts behind the wheel I focus on the view of Ocean City landscape, unfolding outside. The city is beautiful, I see why Ciara chose to have her wedding in Maryland. As
Tiara“What on earth are you thinking?” Melody attepmtps to infuse her tone with criticism but she is betrayed by the unmistakable undertone of excitement that bobbles in her voice.“It’s totally nothing, Mel.”“Nothing?” she is slightly taller than me so I have to walk faster to keep up with her steps as we stride down the hallway to the Grand Ballroom, where all the guests are meeting. “You dating Ryan is not nothing. Gurl, he was your sister’s boyfriend.”“'Was’ being the operative word here.”“So what? He dumps her ass and all of a sudden he’s into you?”“Mel, they broke up two years ago, and is it so hard to believe that Ryan can actually want to be with me?” Even I don’t believe it as the words comes out of my mouth.She shrugs her toned shoulders. “Actually nah, I mean you cute and all but babes, this is Ryan. Ryan Shelby. And you don’t want to play with fire. You don’t want to mess with Ciara now do you?”Technically, that’s the whole plan.“We’re just y’know taking things slo
RyanThe suite is empty when I wake up. Quiet, with the distinct scent of roses that is undoubtedly Tiara. Grabbing the wedding itinerary, I go through the list of events. There is a scheduled breakfast martinee that supposedly begun an hour ago, all guests are instructed to come to the oceanfront lawn for brunch. Technically, I’m not a guest but well…I stride back to my room.Yesterday had been great.The look on Ciara’s face when she confronted me. The shock that had everybody frozen. The dinner that didn’t hold.Ciara had stomped away right after the ‘stunt’ we pulled and the dinner had been called off.It couldn’t have gotten any better. The crowd was entranced by us, the perfect scandal. Even I was entranced. Tiara looked good in the light. Why she hadn’t noticed it is still a wonder to me. Not everybody belonged in the shadows and most certainly not someone that looked the way Tiara did in that green dress.It had been a great night. At least right up to the moment when we came
TiaraYou know what’s better than sailing into the sunset?Sailing into the sunset with your best friends.Rich as my family may be, I’ve never been on a yacht cruise. Never had to experience the thrill of sailing across crystal-clear waters, feeling the warm rays of sunset on my skin and the ocean breeze in my hair. Never had to inhale the salty air and feel the ripples in my skin.Just as the ride starts, I stand on the middle deck, looking over the turquoise water, letting it calm my nerves.What a great time to be alive.The yacht is breathtakingly stunning, with a sleek white hull, expansive windows, and three majestic decks.Suddenly I feel a presence behind me, and I whip around to see Ciara there, staring at me, with a smug look in her eyes. I haven’t seen her all day and I wondered if it had anything to do with the scene we pulled yesterday.“What are you doing?” I ask her.She saunters to stand beside me on the deck. “Considering pushing you over that railing,” she says quie
TiaraThe card pings against the card lock of our suite and I all but scramble in.I can feel his gaze pinned to my back with an unnerving intensity as I walk through the sitting area to my designated room, but I don’t turn around not trusting myself to be logical. I don’t know I can hold on to my control if I see that look in his eyes again.“Goodnight, Tee,” I hear his voice behind me and I nod, flushing a bright red as my hand rests on the doorknob.“Goodnight.”Inside, I let out a pent up breath I didn’t know I’ve been holding since we left the yacht. It was crazy reacting to him like that, but what was even crazier was knowing that if he had wanted to take me right then and there, if he had wanted to fuck me senseless on that yacht, I would’ve given in without so much as a shred of resistance.Taken off my clothes, I make a beeline for the bathroom, standing in the hot shower, playing back everything from tonight in my head. What was that about?It’s like whenever he is close to
Ryan“How sure are you that this is an assault?” The man in the cop uniform asks Melody. He has a rough beard and a cop moustache that makes him look older than his age and the bored expression on his face is like a slap to my mentality.Melody looks like she is about to shake the shit out of him when she says, “What the fuck do you mean—”“Language, ma’am.” he warns, his eyebrow raised up.“How can you stand there and ask me — how can you – there is blood on the board, dammit!”The man gives her a warning look but doesn’t say anything.She goes on anyway, “The door was left ajar, on a spring night,” she emphasized, “There is blood on the skating board, and the victim is missing. What other evidence could you possibly need?”Immediately we found the door open and we each made rounds to different parts of the house to confirm that Tiara indeed wasn’t there, we decided to call the New Jersey cops to let them know of a possible assault and file a report of a missing person.So far, there
Ryan”Fifty bucks, she fell asleep and forgot to text you,” Jackson comments from the backseat, “I mean she is human after all. We do a lot of things we haven’t done before.”“I’m not taking a bet on the safety of my best friend, Jack,” Melody shoots at him.“Safety? I mean,” Jackson shrugs, “she could literally be asleep right now, and this road trip would all be for nothing. We can just take a swing from here right now to Connecticut. I know a guy with a club that can let us—”Melody shoots daggers at him that shuts him down.He clears his throat. “Have you tried calling her again at least? I mean it’s past dawn now.”True to his words the morning sun is trickling through the open windows into the car, the warm rays, doing nothing to uplift the coldness that has settled in my guts.I’ve forgotten that Jackson asked a question until Melody speaks up again, “She is still not picking up. It’s dawn already, Tee is a morning person. She should have been up by now. And if she isn’t, then
TiaraThe humid smell of mud first hits me.For a second I am led to believe that I am in a very, very dark room. A dark room with no windows and no doors and just the right amount of oxygen.But as my eyes adjust – or in this context – fail to adjust to anything in my line of view, I realize that there is a thick material around my face that covers the entirety of my eyes. It could be sunny out there for all I know.My brain is a mush of uncontrolled thoughts and deafening buzzes and the headache just above my right eye is throbbing in a way that would make the doctors fret. If the doctors saw me now.What the fuck?What happened?The last thing I remember . . .I was in the beach house. Then I went to the beach for a stroll.No, I had gone to take my jacket from the room upstairs. But that is not the last thing I remember.The last thing I remember is me standing right across the threshold in the beach house, pulling the door open because Ryan had rang the doorbell.Wait. . .My hea
Ciara“She is being diagnosed with NPD. It’s not that rare of a case but it is as severe as any other disorder out there, maybe even more.”I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.I was ten years old and I remember being really glad my parents accompanied me to my therapist’s that day. It was one of the trips we went without Tiara and I was super pumped that she had to stay alone with boring old Mrs. Fisher, our live-in sitter at the time.My mother had squinted her eyes at the doctor while my father remained calm like he’ll rather be anywhere else in the world than here, listening to some boring ass therapist.I felt exactly the same way.“What is that?” my mother asked, “What does NPD even mean?”“Well,” my therapist adjusted her glasses like someone about to give a very educated, very important but also very boring lecture. “The word, NPD is an acronym for “Narcissistic Personality Disorder” and it is categorized in most cases by a need for control, and,” she starts tick
Ryan: “Meet me outside your apartment. ASAP”I stare at the message from Melody again as I shrug on a coat. It is weird enough that she wants to talk to me this late in the night or – I check the time on the clock, it is just a little after three am – morning, but what is even weird is that she is already in front of my apartment meaning that whatever she has to say is that urgent.She is standing by her car when I walk out, a slight frown on her face, and she has Jackson standing beside her like some protective bodyguard of some sorts.“That urgent?” I ask her, gesturing between both of them.“He was with me when I decided to come here, wouldn’t let me leave alone,” she replies.I raise an eyebrow at this and he waves off. “Shut the fuck up, bro.”Great. I didn’t know where we stood after the mini threat-like statement he made yesterday but this statement just cleared things up. “You don’t see me saying anything,” I smirk. I like him better when he isn’t oogling over Tiara.I jut my
TiaraThe salty scent of the beach fills my nostrils as I walk, loving the breeze on my face.It is a cold spring night, and I curse for not bringing a coat or jacket to add to my casual dressing of flannel trousers and a sweater before leaving the house and coming down here to stroll along the beach. My gaze travels over the short distance to the house and I groan dramatically.I’ll just have to ride out the cold until I decide to leave.Against all earlier odds, today turned out to be great.Like the-best-thing-that-could-ever-happen kind of great.Not aiming at being smug but I got the man in the end, even though this felt like more like a beginning than an end, , and although I got hurt in the scuffle, well I did come out with the best end of the deal.And what is a victory anyway, without the battle scars?Agreed, I can’t help but feel bad for Ciara. I’ve always felt bad when I thought of our love triangle like somehow I am in the wrong. And I might have been too. He was her man
RyanWhy is Ciara in my apartment?Again?It does not take me long to find out as I push my unlocked apartment door open and find her sitting cross-legged on my couch, a too smiley expression on her face.“What are you doing, Ciara?”She gives me an innocent shrug. “Watching a TV show. Come on, they just started this one I think you’ll love it.”“No, I mean what are you doing here? In my apartment.”“Why, waiting for you,” she says it like it is the most obvious answer, “when I came back from fetching the doctor you were gone, fake alarm by the way, the doctor said she was doing just fine and to be honest I don’t think anything was wrong with her in the first place, my mother has an unnatural flair for the dramatics. But as I was saying, you were not there when I got back so I just figured you’d be here. The apartment was empty,” she rolls her eyes, “where were you, Ryan?”How can she keep a straight, blank face and act like everything is alright?“I’m going to need my keys back, Ciar
RyanThe ride to New York is a long one.I know it takes me not more than the usual two to three hours to get there or even less because of the lack of traffic but it feels so much longer as I drive away from Tiara to Ciara to have what might turn out to be the worst conversation of my life.Like I said earlier, maybe I should be happy about this. To be honest, guiltily, I feel some kind of weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I never once regretted the incoming of a child and I was willing and ready to accept it as long as it is mine – and I believed the child was mine – but then two at a time?PhewDamn, I think I just dodged a bullet with that one because that can never turn out to be good.I mean, what kind of jerk puts a baby in two sisters?My fingers drum on my steering wheel as I wait for a red light to turn green. I can’t wait for all these to be over so I can go back to Tiara’s waiting arms because I sure as hell will need the recluse of her warmth after everything.My h
RyanI shoot up from the bed, positive the loud ringing in my ears distorted what she said.“What?”Tiara is staring at me open-mouthed. “Wait . . .Yo-you didn’t know?”The total shock on my face must have answered the question for her because she shakes her head and continues, “I just figured you knew or something because y’know, you guys dated and all.”I am still staring at her like I just found another horn growing on her forehead. “No,” I finally find my voice, and it is laced with tons of disbelief, “your facts are wrong, Tee.”“I’m telling you Ryan—”“You might not know it but your facts are wrong. So very wrong.”She sighs patiently as she waits for me to come to terms with the news. After a few beats, she bites her lips and says, “Did you see the actual black and white pictures of the baby?”“I mean I saw the uh. . .” I try to remember what exactly I saw, “her name was on the sheet. And the um. . . the date she did it, I think I remember a hospital stamp or something, and the