Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

“You are going to have the worse case of blue balls ever.”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

Which makes me frown. “Um…that leads me to my next term.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Which is?”

“We can’t fuck other people while we are married. I know we won’t be fucking each other. I have no right to ask, but I just…” I can’t handle being married to a cheater. I can’t handle anyone finding out that Sebastian fucked other women while being married to me, even if our marriage isn’t real.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Just you. If I have to be celibate for six months in order to get you once, it will be worth it, sweetheart.”

I swoon at his words. How is a guy like him not taken? I know he’s cocky, and he sometimes says the wrong thing, but when he says the right thing—oh my god, he’s the perfect man.

“How does this end?” I ask, knowing this is the last major point we need to figure out.

“How do you want it to end?”

“I want it to be believable, but I don’t want either of us to be at fault.”

He nods. “Well, everyone seemed to believe that we were together easily enough. It should be easy enough to convince everyone that it just didn’t work out, that we decided we are better off just friends. That I wasn’t suitable for marriage.”

We both aren’t suitable for marriage, but I don’t tell him that.

“We need an event. Something where we can stage a fight or show off how well we don’t work together,” I say.

“Larkyn’s birthday is just shy of six months away. We can stage a fight. We can pretend we’re over, that we didn’t work. Then when we announce we’re getting divorced a few weeks later, it won’t come as a shock.”

I nod. Six months—I have six months of protection. Six months to pretend that my life isn’t what it really is. Six months to escape my own reality.

I glance over at the sexy god sitting next to me. Maybe I should enjoy my time with him, enjoy the escape. If I’m smart, I’ll start pretending it’s over now, before my heart does something stupid, like fall for him. A charming man like Sebastian King is easy to fall for—that’s the real reason I can’t have sex with him. If I fuck him, I’ll want to keep him forever, an

d he’s not mine to keep.

13

Sebastian

“Here is your suite, Mr. and Mrs. King,” the manager says as he holds the door open to us.

“Holy shit,” Millie and I both say at the same time when we enter top floor suite that Boden and Oaklee reserved. Boden has money like me; I’m just surprised he sprung for this nice of a suite and didn’t cancel, or at least try to get his money back. If I was a better man, I’d offer to pay him back, but I’m not going to.

“Your luggage is already in the closet. There are champagne and chocolates for you by the minibar. Do you need anything else, Mr. and Mrs. King?”

“No, thank you.” I tip him as he leaves, and then we are alone in a beautiful suite with an incredible view.

“Can you believe this? Have you ever stayed anywhere so nice before?” Millie runs out onto our private balcony, complete with a jacuzzi tub.

I’m silent. I don’t want to ruin the moment.

But Millie’s big eyes don’t miss a beat. “Oh my god. You have, haven’t you?”

I nod but don’t elaborate.

“Well, don’t ruin this for me. I may never stay anywhere this nice again.”

I walk over and lean against the railing next to her. “I won’t ruin anything. And even though I’ve stayed in hotels this nice before, I’ve never been to Hawaii.”

“You’re going to love it! It’s one of my favorite places I’ve ever been to.”