Another part of me is scared this might change things between us in a way we can’t come back from. She’s my sister. No matter what’s happened, I love her. I don’t want to lose her.
Calvin presses a kiss to my neck, soft and slow, but there’s a hint of heat in every touch. “Hmm… So, this has absolutely nothing to do with sex?” His voice drops lower as his lips graze the sensitive skin below my ear. The heat between my legs flares, sending a wave of desire through me.
“Maybe a little bit.” I moan, my breath hitching as his touch sends shivers down my spine. “I also want to make things official between us.”
“Then we’ll go home tomorrow,” he says, pulling me tighter against him, his lips finding mine once more.
I’m practically vibrating with excitement and nerves as Calvin and I board a private jet to Boston. What if Abigail tells me she’s not okay with me dating Calvin? What if things get awkward? Hell, things are already awkward. I mean, I am dating her ex-fake fiancé, and let’s not forget that she lied to me about being pregnant. I inwardly groan. This is a mess.
As the plane climbs through the clouds, I settle into my seat beside Calvin, trying to keep my composure. The jet is ridiculously luxurious. I could get used to this level of fancy.
Calvin turns to me with a sudden, serious look on his face. “I’ve been thinking,” he begins, and I brace myself. “I’m tired of promoting other people’s clothing brands.”
“Are you serious?” I can’t help but smile.
“Dead serious,” he confirms, leaning in a little closer.
I’m grinning like an idiot now. “I already have so many ideas. I’ve been designing clothes for you since I met you.” Igrab my iPad and open the folder marked Calvin’s Closet. The possibilities are endless.
He laughs, eyes lighting up. “Are you about to show me your infamous iPad? The one I wasn’t allowed to see?” He leans back in his seat, looking smug.
I can’t help but chuckle even as I groan, remembering the time I basically threw myself at him trying to retrieve the iPad, my body accidentally pressing up against his in the process. It was embarrassing and kind of… a little sexy? Yeah, I’m not going to lie, it was very hot, but also very confusing.
“That’s when I knew I’d have you,” he says. “You were ready to climb into my lap to get the iPad. I saw it then, how badly you wanted it. How badly you wantedme.”
I laugh, handing him the iPad. “You’re ridiculous. Anyway, check this out,” I say, enthusiasm bubbling over. “I’ve done casual, formal, and business wear, all inspired by your current style, except, you know, maybe a little more fashion-forward.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”
I swipe through the designs, pointing to the first one. “For casual outings, imagine you in this: a black bomber jacket with leather sleeves, distressed black jeans, and your high-top sneakers. I know you’ve got a million pairs already.”
His grin widens, but I don’t stop there. I swipe to the next design. “And for something sporty, I was thinking this: a fitted black track jacket with white stripes, jogger pants, and sleek running shoes. It’s a look that says, ‘I can be casual, but still a total stud.’”
I pause, realizing I’ve been talking nonstop. My cheeks flush a little. “Um… there’s more if you want.”
Calvin looks up from the iPad with a smirk. “Marry me.”
I burst out laughing. “Right, anyway, I need to use therestroom, but feel free to scroll through and let me know what you think.” I plant a quick kiss on his lips and head to the bathroom, my heart still doing little flips.
Of course, I take out my phone, recording a few videos of the luxurious space and snapping at least ten pictures of myself. I mean, how could I not? I’m on aprivate jet. Even if I don’t post the videos, I’ll definitely share a picture or two.
I’ve had to be mindful of what I post when I’m with Calvin. He and I have filmed plenty of viral trends over the past few days he spent with me, but they all sit untouched in my drafts. Before I flaunt my relationship on social media, where IknowAbigail follows me, I need to talk to her first. I refuse to rub it in her face, even if their relationship was fake.
But then again… was it really?
It’s a thought I’ve been pushing away, refusing to let myself believe because it’s too much. What if she hasrealfeelings for Calvin? Just because their relationship started as a lie doesn’t mean emotions didn’t develop. I’ve read too manymarriage-of-convenienceromances to ignore the possibility. Maybe that’s why she lied about the pregnancy, to hold onto him a little longer.
When I return, the sight before me is nothing short of a feast. A lavish spread of sushi, fresh fruit, assorted cheeses, and a bottle of wine sits elegantly arranged on the table, looking straight out of a five-star restaurant. My stomach growls in appreciation.
“Wow,” I breathe, taking it all in. “This looksincredible.” I practically eye the sushi like it’s my soulmate.
Calvin smirks, lounging back as he tosses a grape into his mouth with effortless precision. “I only hire the best. Now, sit. Eat.”
Never one to argue with good food, especially after the wholefainting incident, I grab my chopsticks, pluck up apiece of sushi, and take a bite. The flavors explode on my tongue. I hum in satisfaction, already reaching for another.
Calvin watches me, an amused gleam in his eyes as he grabs a slice of mango. “I love your designs, you know,” he says casually between bites. “Seriously. I’m all in. If you need anything to make them happen, just say the word.”
I pause, his words settling warmly in my chest. His support means more than I can express. “Thank you,” I say, offering him a soft smile. “I will.”
