Page 4 of The Match Faker

I pulled away and winced as I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth.

‘Listen, I’m really tired’—I dragged my fingers through my short dark hair—‘so if you could just get your driver to pull over, I’ll get out.’

I didn’t know where the hell we were, and roaming the streets wasn’t ideal because someone might recognise me, but I just wasn’t feeling this.

‘We’re almost here,’ she snapped.

The car stopped and the driver opened the door.

Whoa. Nice place.

I’d seen my fair share of fancy houses, but this was next-level. With grand white pillars, it looked like the mansion from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

At least I knew she wasn’t a gold digger who wanted to sleep with me to get ahead.

‘Come on.’ She ushered me out of the car with one hand whilst tapping away on her mobile with the other.

Once we were inside, she led me up the wide marble staircase. I wondered what business she was in. No offence, but from the limited conversation we’d had, she didn’t strike me as a tech mogul or successful producer. Then again, I shouldn’t make assumptions.

‘What was it you said you did?’ I asked.

‘I’m an actress,’ she beamed and I tried to mask my frown.

To afford a place like this, she’d have to be pretty successful, so I should’ve heard of her.

I was tempted to ask her surname, but reminded myself it was irrelevant. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, so what did it matter? As long as she didn’t screw me over with some sordid kiss-and-tell or start asking if I could get her a role in my next film, it was all good.

She opened the bedroom door. The decor was dated. There was a grand four-poster bed with gold floral bedsheets, which didn’t fit her personality, but like I’d said, not important.

This was a one-time thing. Once I’d taken care of business in the bedroom, I’d be on my way and would never have to see her again. She knew that was the deal, right?

‘Before we… y’know this is just sex? A one-off, okay?’

Sunrise pushed me on the bed.

‘Take off your clothes!’ she demanded.

‘Maybe we shouldn’t…’ I was about to suggest a rain check when she straddled me.

‘Come on, don’t be shy.’ She reached for my belt buckle.

Shit.

Right now my dick was limper than a wet lettuce leaf. If I didn’t get hard, fast, she’d think I couldn’t get it up, which could lead to some bad press if she ran her mouth.

Or she’d think I wasn’t into her, which was the truth, but I didn’t want to make her feel bad or hurt her feelings.

There was only one solution. I’d got myself into this situation, so I had to get myself out of it. Even though I didn’t want to sleep with her, I had to give her what she wanted. At least then she’d be happy.

My mind drifted to her. The woman from my past who I still thought about a lot more than I should.

It’d been years since I’d seen her, but I still remembered her smile. Her scent. The way she’d looked in my T-shirt that night, especially when she bent over and I got a flash of her bare arse…

Bingo.

Thinking about her always worked.

It’s showtime.

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