All Chapters of Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Ex: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.

Ryan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total

Tiara“It wasn’t even like that,” Ciara says in a fit of giggles, “he wanted a burrito, who would’ve thought it would be the beef in his diet?”Everyone erupts into a fit of laughter. We skipped the scheduled cultural tour around the resort and in its stead, opted for a louging in the pool, leaving the sightseeing to the older folks.It’s the old college gang back together and we’ve been caught up in a nostalgia-filled time warp reliving our crazy college memories for the past hour.Melody laughed again, her shoulders jerking. “Y’all know how much Tiara loved her bagels, well there was this one time,” I swat her arm, in an attempt to make her stop, but she ducks and continues anyway “we bought a bagel and some bird snatched it up,” she doubles over in laughter before she says the next words, “y’all should’ve seen her skinny ass chasing a bird all over the garden.”Everybody, - including Ciara - disintegrates into a series of laughter and I fake a glare at each of them. “In my defense

TiaraMy sneakers create thumping sounds on the hardwood floor of the hallway as I make my way to Melody’s room. The hotel rooms are situated in a different building from the suites and since most single guests booked rooms, I keep on running into different cousins and relatives that I have to stop and engage in small unnecessary chit-chats with.I just finished chatting with Aunt May, when I feel a shove to my right that projects my whole body to the left, slamming me through an open doorway into a tiny broom closet.Panicked, I whirl around, a scream on my tongue as Ryan closes the door shut behind him, trapping us both inside the broom closet.“Jesus Christ, Ryan!”He looks down at me hard and pins my shoulder to the wall, “Are you blowing me off?”“What are you doing, there are people outside who might hear us?” I whisper, vaguely aware that there are thousands of relatives out there that don’t have to strain to hear us in passing.He gives me a devil-may-care shrug. “I was worrie

TiaraBeing Ciara for twenty minutes straight is exhausting.I’ve never blackmailed someone before. Never, in my twenty-three years of living. But I guess it’s true what they say – you make one lie then you’ve got to make a thousand more to keep it standing. Well, in my case – one single act of blackmail to keep it standing.I think back on our conversation as I amble out of the building and the shock on her face replays in my mind’s eye like a snapshot. The shock that rapidly morphed into a flicker of fear, then a flash of anger and finally a desperate look of plea, that lasted a second before igniting back to anger and I know I should gloat over the fact that for the first time in our lives, I’m able to get to my sister and not the other way round.Instead I feel guilty, culpable, like I did something wrong. Something I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair having your deepest secret thrown at you like that.But then again, she did do worse to me in less graceful methods.As much as I hated