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Ava’s POV

Moans!

“Ohhh, fuck yes… just like that, papi! Don’t stop… Mmghh!” 

I couldn't have been mistaken, those were sounds of moans!

I had just walked into the room only to be traumatized by the sight of a Latina Baddie riding my best friend in a cowgirl position like her life depended on it. 

They were completely naked; her ass bouncing violently off his thighs as his hands firmly gripped her waist, he was thrusting up into her while groaning in pleasure.

I froze, my eyes wide in horror. “Oh my God… Not again!” I screamed petrified, still holding the door knob.

It was the second  time I was walking into a similar scene this month.

My scream had caught their attention. “What the hell?” The lady yelled and jumped off him. “I didn’t know he was married, I swear!” She quickly added, standing in the nude with fear in her eyes.

“Relax, she is not my wife.” Liam laughed, pulling the bed sheet over his body.

“Get out, now!” I yelled at the lady, pointing to the door.

“Okay, fine! Just after I get my money.” She retorted as she quickly pulled her clothes over her body.

I opened my purse and threw a bundle of cash at her, “Take all of it, just get out!” I yelled, unable to stand another minute of her in the room.

She picked up the money and tucked it in her bralette, then she picked up her handbag.  “Call me later Papi,” she winked at Liam before scurrying out of the room.

Unbelievable!

I turned my attention back to my best friend who was still grinning on the bed. “What is wrong with you, Liam?” I scolded.

“What now?” He groaned, spreading his arms in pretentious naivety.

“Put on your damn clothes!” I ordered with a frown.

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a chuckle as he got out of the bedsheets fully unclad.

I looked away immediately and he laughed. “Like you have not seen my ass before,” he said teasingly.

“Shut up, Liam! What is your problem? These days, it is either you are drunk or you are womanizing.” I queried.

“You are not my mother, Ava.” He groaned. I could see him from the corner of my eyes as he pulled up his pants. “What are you even doing here?”

“I went by the sports field after work and you weren’t there for practice, again. Do you want to ruin your life just because a girl left you?” I asked, now turning fully to face him.

Liam’s smile faltered. “Way to ruin the mood, Ava. By the way, I was having fun before you barged in and ruined it.”

“Well if you don’t want me interrupting your useless escapades, then maybe you can take your keys back from me…” I said, jiggling it in his face.

“...but don’t try to change the topic. Amira is gone, it has been four months already, you need to move on Liam!” I served him the bitter truth.

I had put up with his bullshit enough. I wouldn’t watch him destroy his life because of his obsession with his Ex.

“You say that like it's easy. How am I supposed to move on when she is getting engaged to my cousin Josh next week?” He yelled.

I paused, surprise etched on my face. “What?”

Liam sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I haven’t told you, have I? Amira is getting engaged to Josh next week at my hometown, and the bastard had the guts to send me an invitation.”

I was happy to hear that news, but I couldn’t show it. If Amira was getting married, that means Liam could finally move on from her, and who knows? He might finally notice me.

Yes, I have been in love with my best friend, Liam West since Middle school, but who am I kidding? We can only be together in my head, my crush on him would forever remain a secret.

“Liam, I know that must be difficult for you but he is still your cousin and this could help you get over Amira. I advise you to attend the engagement, pretend to be happy for them, who knows? You might find closure in doing that.”

Liam’s eyes suddenly lit up. “You are right. Pretend!” He repeated the word.

I couldn’t believe he agreed so easily, maybe fate was finally smiling at me.

“I know what we should do, I can get my revenge on her by going with you.” He said excitedly.

“Huh?” 

Okay, it seems like I spoke too soon.

“Ava… come home with me for the pre engagement weekend as my pretend girlfriend, that way I can make Amira jealous and she will realize what she is about to lose, she might even come back to me!” He said in a thrilled voice.

Oh… fuck!

“Noo, bad idea, Liam! I am not doing it.” I objected immediately and turned to walk away. Was he being fucking serious right now?

Liam ran after me and took my hand, my body shivered at the contact. With him standing so close, I was afraid he would hear my heart pounding inside my chest.

“Ava please, you are my best friend. I know you can do this for me, it is just for a few days and it is not like we are going to have sex or something.”

My heart flipped. I wanted to yell that I didn’t mind having sex with him, but I didn’t have the courage to confess my secret desires, my feelings for him.

“Okay, but after that, you promise to get your life together?”

He nodded. “Yes! I will get back to practice, I will stop drinking.”

“And no more whores!” I quickly added.

“I swear.”

And so I agreed to be a pretend girlfriend to my best friend. Maybe in the process of pretending, Liam would finally fall in love with me. I know, delusional, but I really hoped so.

We left Downtown Chicago very early on Friday morning, being excited and all that. I had packed my things the previous night, just my prettiest dresses in hopes that he would find me attractive in them.

We arrived at Austin-Bergstrom International Airport Texas, where a car was waiting to pick us.

“Welcome home, young Master.” A middle aged man who dressed like a professional chauffeur bowed.

I was amazed. Just like I didn’t know my best friend was from Fredericksburg, TX until now, it didn’t also strike me that he was from old money. Now I understand why he never took his football career seriously.

“Cut and Shoot? That’s a real place?” I asked, reading a road sign.

Liam laughed. “You should see Gun Barrel City. Welcome to Texas!”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking. The road trip was over an hour long, but we soon left the big city buzz as the car entered the dusty backroads of a less urbanized town.

Not minding the dust, I rolled down my window to take a look at the small ranches, a strange feeling of adventure swirled through me. Maybe it was because I was a bookworm photographer, I was drawn to the amazing town life view.

But yet the most mesmerizing view awaited me on our arrival. I don’t know how I expected his family house to look, but definitely not like this.

Four stories of regal symmetry and towering windows stood behind cast-iron gates and a sweeping cobbled driveway, flanked by century-old cypress trees.

In simple words, it was a mini castle, sitting at the edge of a private ridge in their sleepy hometown. The compound was very large and beautiful.

“Wow! You didn't tell me your family was royalty,” I taunted and he laughed.

Inside, we were greeted by his family; there was his grandma, his father, his Aunt Gertha and his sister Maria.

Just then his cousin Josh walked in with Amira; of course they were here already. Liam’s expression changed when he saw his ex girlfriend holding hands with her soon to be Fiancé.

He immediately curled his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

“So… this damsel here is my girlfriend, Ava.” He quickly announced. I don’t think he could have been any louder.

I smiled nervously. “Hello.”

The family all welcomed me.

“Awn, nice to meet you, Ava.” Maria ran to hug me.

Looking over her shoulder, I could see Amira boiling with anger. If eyes were guns, she would have fired several bullets at me already.

Okay, maybe this was a bad idea!

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