Page 10 of My Fake Fiancé


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She sets her hands on her hips. “When is the last time you did something for yourself? You can have a fling. No one has to know, and if they do, who cares? You’re an adult.”

Chevelle and I are complete opposites.

“Because I don’t see the point in a fling that has no hope of ever becoming more.”

“The point? How about hot, amazing sex. Three orgasms in a night. Imagine him coming back a few months apart. By the time you see him, you’d be climbing him like the tree he is. That man knows how to get a woman off, you can tell when you look at him.”

We both lean over the partition and look at him. He’s glancing around the restaurant and I hurriedly duck.

“I just don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that.” My voice sounds whiny and unsure.

“Live a little. Especially before you go and marry the perfect guy and have his perfect kids and live in that house with the white picket fence. It’ll all be there waiting for you when you’re ready. Go have fun.” She nudges me with her arm.

I frown. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I am.”

“Go, I’ve got you covered here,” Trina says. “I need the extra hours anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

She nods.

I inhale deeply. “Wish me luck.”

“With those pants and that ass, you don’t need luck.” Chevelle smacks my ass and my cheeks heat before I even get out there.

Then the door of the restaurant dings and a tall brunette with mile-long legs says excuse me and slides past me.

“Noah,” she says, waving, and I’m certain she’s not talking about my soon-to-be nephew. She kisses him on the cheek and sits down, pulling the pancake plate in front of her.

All my sisters gawk and stare before slowly turning to look at me.

I shuffle back to my spot at the front desk. “Trina, you’re done for the day.”

“But—”

I shake my head. “Really, go get some rest. I’ll see you this evening.”

I need to stop thinking with my heart and go with my gut.

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