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.
View MoreA blazing heat licks across my cheek. I rub the ache, eyeing her wildly. "That is for breaking her heart!" She crosses her arms. "What's left of it anyway."I nod in knowing, and walk out. Getting in my truck I head toward the old carnival. I haven't been back since the day I found out that baby wasn't mine.Twenty minutes later I pull onto the dirt road, the trees more overgrown since the last time I was here. There's spider webs and birds everywhere as I slowly travel down it. I pray she is here. I need to see her to explain how I messed up.I spot Quinn's silver car and my heart skips a beat in relief. I found her.I put the truck in park before I come to a complete stop and get out. Looking across the rides I find her sitting in a scrambler bucket looking out at the lake. She's wearing the dress I got her and she looks fucking beautiful. I stop, taking the image in and programming it to memory. The vines are laced up the poles in a vast of greenery. The bucket she's s
He falls to the ground, crying like a little bitch baby. Clawing at his eyes that are now puffy and red. Snot pours from his nose, mixing with the slobber bubbling from his mouth.I keep hitting him with the purse, over and over. The damn thing feeling like a brick rather than a purse. What the hell does she keep in here?"Okay! Okay!" Quinn grabs at my arms, causing my assault on Jacob to come to a halt.I point at him, unshed tears filling the brim of my eyes."You have taken enough away from me. Away from Max," I cry. He just had to tell me about Max, and he did it with a shit eating grin. "If I see you again, I'll spray that pepper spray up your ass." I threaten out of breath, handing Quinn her purse.Taking a step back, I grab my suitcase and follow Quinn back to her car. "I feel like teenagers all over again," she laughs as I throw my shit in the back and get in.Resting my head on my hand I give a smirk and slump back into the seat, not seeing the humor in any of
***Max"You've got to be kidding?" I glare at Mom. I came to her in hopes there was another cabin, but there isn't."I'm not, it's the only bed available," she clips, not happy with me either. I sigh. I'm not sharing a room with Jacob. I'll kill him."I'll sleep in my fucking truck," I growl. "Just give the boy a key to his cabin, Becca," my dad sides with me, and Mom turns her head so fast it looks near exorcist."No, he got himself into this mess he can lay in his bed." She glances at me. "Or his truck, whatever he chooses." She places her hand on her hip and eyes me with disappointed eyes. "I mean really Max, what were you thinking setting that poor girl up?" her voice rises.I shake my head. "I was thinking about shutting you the hell up and out of my business, but that was before I got to know Rae." She gasps, clutching her chest. "I care for Rae, I care for her so much it makes everything else seem insignificant in comparison," I mutter, the hurt in my voice not
***MaxI watch her disappear into the night, her black dress swaying around her legs from the light wind.Jacob groans, and I look down at him. The piece of shit. He did all of this on purpose, to hurt me and Rae. I step over him, grab him by the shirt and jerk my fist back."MAX!" Macy cries behind me. A growl vibrates my chest, my knuckles turning white from the grip I have on him."Let him go son, he's not worth it." Agatha appears to my left. Breaking my focus from Jacob. "Go find her," she encourages.I shove Jacob to the ground, my chest rising and falling with the anger pulsing through me.I never should have let this get this far. I love Rae, and it took me losing her for me to really see it. This unbearable burn in my chest overtakes anything I've ever felt. Including when Marissa screwed around with Jacob.Looking up, everyone is watching, feeding off the drama. Looking at Macy I silently apologize and run after Rae.I should have told Rae in the c
He looks at me and that unknown tension that was once there fills his eyes again. I silently plead for him to tell me what is going on, for anything that Jacob tells me will make it that much worse.The song ends, but Max doesn't let go. He keeps swaying his hips and looking deep into my eyes. As if he's afraid to let me go.Taylor Swift sings "Wildest Dreams" and the spell that Max is under breaks. "Oh no, your father is drinking again," Becca whines to Max. We look at the bar and find Mark fisting a tumbler of amber liquid. Max looks down at me and sighs. "When my dad drinks... he thinks he's God's gift to women," he informs and I laugh. "I'll be back." Max kisses my cheek and accompanies his mother to the bar."Would you reject a man asking for a dance?" My head snaps to the side finding Jacob looking at me sheepishly. "Are you serious?" I raise a brow. "Unbelievable," I mutter. Walking off the dance floor, my arm is suddenly jerked making me come to a complete stop."
"I won't," I reply, my eyes narrowed. I'm not sure what her words mean entirely but they sit heavy on my chest. "Agatha!" We both turn at the voice, finding Mark and Becca looking at us. "Are you smoking?" Becca looks at her puzzled. Agatha looks down and throws them at me."What, no? These are Rae's she was trying to get me to smoke one," she lies, and they both look at me.My mouth falls open, my heart beating in panic."Come on, let's get you cleaned up, Mom." Mark pats her back. "The rehearsal dinner is in a few minutes."Becca looks over her shoulder, eyeing the cigarettes.I just sigh, and take a drag off my own.What else am I to do?I do my hair and get dressed in one of my dresses. I want to wear the one Max got me, but I will wear it tomorrow to the actual wedding. Going through my suitcase I find a black strappy dress and match it with my black heels. I apply some light makeup and then some gloss. "You look great," Max compliments. I turn with a bashful
"Really, son?" Becca asks, unamused. Max's jaw is clenched tight, his hard stare not giving anything away. Macy opens her mouth to say something but quickly turns on her heel and heads back into the dining room.Becca looks at me with a tightlipped smile, as she elegantly flicks her bangs out of her eyes."Are you two ready to have breakfast now?" Becca questions, before turning away. "I see why you like her, son," she rambles off over her shoulder, winking at me before she jerks the dining room door open and disappears inside."You do have a nice ass," Max shrugs, and I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.***Breakfast is awkward, and quiet. The only thing you can hear are the sound of forks scraping plates, and everyone is staring at me like I should be wearing a scarlet letter on my shoulder. After what Becca and Macy just witnessed, it's probably accurate. Afterwards we return back to our cabin were Max proceeds to screw me within an inch of my life
"Can we talk?" Jacob asks, just above my shoulder.I look at Max who has an unreadable expression on his face."Sure," I growl, throwing my napkin on the plate.Max grabs my wrist halting me."You don't have anything sharp on you, do you?"I look at him confused before realizing he's nervous I might commit murder."Not that I would judge you, but you know... it's my sister's wedding," he winks, and I silently laugh.Just outside the dining room I come face to face with Jacob. He's staring at me with wide eyes, and my hands are balled into fists. "Why are you here?" he asks, his tone much softer than what I'm feeling inside. I'm angry, and hurt. Things I wanted to say to his face after our wedding on the tip of my tongue. Things I wanted to do to him raging in the palm of my hands.He turns, his hands running through his hair frustrated."Are you with Max?" he finally asks, turning to face me once again."Yes I am! So what?" I yell, not caring if everyone hears me
***MaxI didn't get to the room until late last night and Rae was already asleep. I thought about what I wanted to say to her the whole time I was helping my mom and sister with setting chairs and tables. Then they got into an argument about placement. I just sat back and drank a beer until they figured it out.I was going to tell Rae yesterday I wanted the next step in whatever the hell we were doing. At least I think I was until Uncle Henry came knocking on the damn door.Maybe I should tell her this morning?"Is this okay?" Rae asks, twirling in a light white sundress. "Babe, it's just breakfast," I remind her. I don't know why she's so freaked out having breakfast with everyone. Nobody is even going to pay attention to us."I know it is, but I want to look nice," she mutters, slipping on some brown wedges. I stand up and walk over to her. Grabbing her by the waist I twirl the lock of hair that escaped her messy ponytail. "You've been in that bathroom for fifte
Looking through my thick lashes I can't help but think how perfect everything is. The sun is shining through the stained glass window of the old church casting a warmth on my face. My bridesmaids look stunning in their lavender pencil straight dresses, and my wedding gown is flawless to match. My hands sweaty and strangling the bouquet nervously, I look at my husband-to-be. He doesn't look as happy as me, in fact he looks miserable. I notice he's sweating, a pensive look across his face as his head is bowed. He rubs his forehead with a trembling hand, not making eye contact. Maybe he took a Viagra for later tonight. He took one of those a month or so back and had a similar reaction. He had a boner for forty-three hours and had to ice himself to the point of nearly having frostbite on his cock. My eyes fall to his crotch, finding it flat. "Groom, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health...
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