Page 28 of The Plus One

“Yes. We’re not having sex again.”

“Right.”

“And you need a vacation.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

“How you know?”

“I can tell.”

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“Then Cancún gives me seven days to learn.”

His eyebrow lifted. Shit. “That came out wrong.”

“Nah, I think it came out exactly how you meant it.”

“It didn’t. Are you coming or not?”

Ace stared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head. “This is a terrible fucking idea.”

I grinned. “Is that a yes?”

He sighed. “Yeah, Kema. I’ll go.”

Well, shit. Four days to find a plus one, and somehow I had managed to choose the one man I had absolutely no business taking. My ex-boyfriend’s best friend. The same man I’d just fucked. Well this should be fun.

Five

Ace

Agreeing to go to Cancún with Kema was probably one of the dumbest decisions I'd ever made. But yet when Kema asked me to be her plus one I said yes with no hesitation. I didn't give a fuck about Kel.

He lost his right to have an opinion about what Kema did when he cheated on her. Nah my problem was me. Kema thought we were about to spend seven days pretending we were together after fucking me last night and come home like nothing happened.

Shit to be honest that was impossible. I was already trying to figure out how the hell I was going to keep my hands off her for an entire week. Last night had only made shit worse. I'd spent years wondering what it would be like to have her.

Now that I knew, I wanted her. If a nigga was being honest I had it bad. Like a nigga felt giddy after one night. I highkey wanted to call my lawyer and tell him to put her on my life insurance policy. That pussy was just that good.

But she had "RULES." No sex. No unnecessary touching. Nobody needed to know what happened between us. Oh and my least favorite when we came home, everything went back to normal. Whatever the fuck normal was supposed to be now.

Kema sat across from me at her kitchen island, still wearing my T-shirt while typing something into her phone. “We need a story.”

“For what?”

“For us.”

I frowned. “What about us?”

She looked up. “Ace, I can’t randomly show up to Cancún with my ex-boyfriend’s best friend and expect nobody to ask questions.”

“Let ’em ask.”

“And what are we supposed to say?”