“I got you. If you think of something else, let me know by Wednesday.”
“Alright.”
Excitement blends with the music as energy rises from my feet up to my stomach. A chance to go to a resort, sink my feet in sand, all while in the company of my fake man, feels like a dream. I’m definitely going to go into this time with Chance with the mindset of an early-graduation present I didn’t have to pay for.
And So It Begins. Travel Day . . .
It feels like time is on steroids, which made this day get here faster than I expected. Chance and I have a long drive ahead of us, so I talked Alicia into picking me up on her way to work so I could make coffee for us. I told Chance that Alicia needed me to show her a critical step in opening up the shop. The lie was easy and unnecessary, but I wanted to surprise him with his favorite caffeinated beverage.
Besides, we’re lying about our status, so this lie falls short compared to the ones we’ll tell during our fake baecation. My phone vibrates, shifting my focus from Alicia as I retrieve it from the fanny pack at my waist. Traveling with a purse isn’t my thing, so I bought a new fanny pack to carry my essentials.
Chance:
I’m about to pull up. I’ll come get your bags.
Me:
Okay. I’m ready.
A cheesy smile forms as I stand and grab the two insulated coffee mugs for Chance and me. Chance set our departure time for six a.m., which left little time for much of an interrogation from Alicia. I’m unsure how much time passes between the text being sent, but my heart rate increases, and the hair on my arms prickles when Chance walks through the front door.
Jesus!
Chance in business attire is sexy, but goodness does he look edible in the jogging suit that adorns his body. I take him in from head to toe before my eyes land on the area where an impressive dick print is. My treasure gives the area a finger wave that causes my face to heat as I disconnect my gaze to look at Chance’s face. Thankfully, Chance’s eyes are on my bags, which gives me a much-needed reprieve from being caught.
“Good morning, Mr. Caramel Frappe,” Alicia greets in a singsong voice that causes me to playfully roll my eyes.
“Good morning,” Chance returns just as he reaches me. His heavy eyes meet mine as appreciation shines in his gaze before he greets me. “Good morning, Dia. You ready to go?”
I lick my suddenly dry lips and nod without a verbal response. Chance smiles before he picks up my suitcase like it weighs nothing and turns to leave the coffee shop. Delicious warmth surges through my body from the intoxicating scent Chance’s cologne leaves behind.
“I’ll be ready for a play-by-play as soon as you get back. But let me say this now . . . Sadia, you’re in danger, girl. That man is about to wreck you and this fake arrangement y’all got.”
Alicia’s laughter causes my brows to hike, but I offer no commentary as I follow Chance’s fragrance out of the coffee shop. I want to ignore Alicia’s words, but the truth is, this is a dream I never saw coming. Who gets the opportunity to engage with their crush like this? I certainly didn’t think I would have,so there’s that. Outside, my face splits as Chance stands at the passenger side, the door open as he patiently waits.
“I made your sweet treat so you can have the necessary charge for this long drive. But I can take the wheel if you need a break.”
“I appreciate you. I’ll keep the offer in mind. But I endeavor for you to be a passenger princess.”
I smile before I take a seat inside the SUV and buckle my seat belt, ready to get this train moving. Less than five minutes later, Chance pulls out of the parking lot, and we’re on our way.
“Here’s my phone. I’ve already connected it, so find something for us to listen to. It doesn’t matter either. As my princess, you have total control.”
A tingle of awareness shoots directly to my core, and my treasure purrs like a litter of kittens. Without another thought, I go to one of the music apps Chance has and scroll until a smirk slides into place upon seeing a genre that’ll shock Chance due to my selection. I sit back in my seat and hit play as a heavy bassline drops.
“Aw shit. This is about to be a good ride.” Chance smirks.
Rob Base’s and DJ E-Z Rock’s voices bounce around the interior, and I immediately rap along with the song.
“Damn, that’s sexy as fuck. Rap that shit, Dia.” Chance’s head bobs as my body sways to the beat.
From the first song to the next ten, Chance and I vibe out to the old school rap that plays from the speakers in the vehicle. In my effort to select the perfect music to keep Chance awake, I forgot to consume my coffee. I only notice when my eyes blink slower and become droopy as back-to-back yawns escape my mouth.
“It’s okay. Go to sleep, baby,” I faintly hear Chance encourage as my eyes close, and I succumb to slumber.
I jump in my sleep as my brain registers the endearment Chance used, but I’m too tired to awake and question his word choice. Peace envelops me like a warm blanket as I sink into a dream where Chance is the main focal point. Time passes quickly as the continuation of bliss in my sleep state keeps me in a tight position. I’m not sure how long it’s been when my eyes slowly peel open, and I look over to see Chance’s smirk.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom? I’m about to fill up.”
