Page 59 of How To Fake A Fiancé

“I’m sorry. You all are very capable. I never thought otherwise. It was just me for so long, and now that it isn’t…”

“I know. And I’m sorry you had to go through that. If I could go back and change things, I would in a heartbeat. But I’m here now. Let us handle things from here, and go live your life.”

I don’t know what will happen, but I’m too curious to not find out. “Thanks, but there was nothing you could’ve done then, Matt. I’m glad you brought my youngest nephew into the world. We’re all happier for it.” I look over at the clock. Almost nine thirty in the morning. “I’ve got to go. I’ll stay put; I promise. Just keep me in the loop, okay?”

“Same goes for you, pal. Let me know how it goes and…”—he lowers his voice—“don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy.”

We say our goodbyes and hang up.

Fifteen minutes later, I make myself a to-go cup of coffee, load up my truck with my duffel and backpack, and drive to Kami’s complex. She’s waiting outside her front door with a large suitcase and purse when I arrive.

With her hair in a loose bun, she wears a large gray sweater that has bright pink lettering which says,I don’t do morningscomplementing her black, ankle-length leggings and sneakers. This look has to be my second favorite one from her. The first is, and always will be, her naked.

My mind goes back to the first night we met. Unapologetic and confident was the vibe she gave when stripping in front of me. The memories of her perfect breasts, peaked nipples, and voluptuous curves that gave the perfect hold will forever be engraved in my mind. My dick hardens.

As soon as I put the car in Park, Kami makes her way down the stairs.

“Mornin’…babe,” I tease. Why is it so much fun riling her up like this?

Probably because of that cute face she makes when she’s mad.

Sure enough, the “cute” death stare she gives me is as fierce as if I woke her from a deep sleep. Almost murderous yet still incredibly sexy.

“No,” she says as she continues making her way down the stairs.

“No?” I laugh.

“Let me rephrase that. Fuck no.”

Damn, this woman sure knows how to make me laugh. “What a shame. Is there any way I can turn that ‘fuck no’ into a ‘fuck yeah?’” I smirk.

She sighs. “If you help me get a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee, you just might live.”

“You got it, my little dumpling.” I grab her suitcase from her hands and walk down the stairs before she can do anything about it.

“Eww, of all the names you’ve called me, don’t ever call me that again. I am a woman, not a piece of food.”

“Darn. That nickname was really growing on me,” I tease some more.

I load her suitcase in the bed of the truck and then climb into the driver’s seat to see Kami already buckled up and on her phone, her purse between her feet.

After supplying ourselves with breakfast burritos and large cups of coffee fifteen minutes later, we make our way down the highway. I watch Kami in my periphery as she moans with each sip of her drink and bite of her food.

I feel my cock go hard as steel. Damn, this is going to be a long drive. “Feel better?”

Her shoulders relax, and she almost smiles. “Much. I feel like me again.”

“Glad to see you’re not craving violence anymore.” I smirk.

She cringes. “I admit, I’m not a fun person when I haven’t had my caffeine and food first thing in the morning.”

“It’s all good.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she says, turning her body in an angle towards me. “Do you have the ring?”

“Yeah, I have it in my backpack.”

“You got it? How did you manage to get your hands on an engagement ring?”

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