Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter OneTiaraA sheath, a trumpet, an empire waist…What do you wear for a wedding that spells… ‘back off’ in bold capital letters?Going through the dresses on my bed I sigh inwardly and raise a copper sheath dress to the mirror. Ugly enough. But not exactly classy. I want something that says classy in a I’d-rather-be-anywhere-but-here style.My sister – Ciara – is finally getting married, choosing to stay with the son of the billionaire she was having an affair with last year. As if the world needed any reminder that Ciara Lemptons all but public-fucked a man thrice her age.Maybe if I choose not to go for the wedding she wouldn’t notice?Who am I kidding, she definitely wouldn’t notice. I could hit her up the next day with a ‘lovely dress yesterday’ text and she would probably reply with something like ‘whatever’ without ever knowing better.But my mom and her dad … and my dad would definitely notice my absence. The dried up daises next to the watered roses.Sighing again, loud

Chapter ThreeTiaraDid I just agree to date Ryan Shelby?Well not practically date him, ‘fake’ date him, like Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock in The Proposal. How crazy can this be?How crazy can I get?Giving up on the dress hunt, I fold my dresses back into the closet and sprawl on my bed, replaying the last one hour in my head. One hour, that’s all it took for my whole world to turn upside down.Or is it downside up?To be painfully honest, my life is nowhere going where I planned. Not like I planned much. But ever since I started my own studio with Melody, it’s not been as full blown as expected.You’ll think the daughter of Grace Lemptons would encounter more success in New York.My mother grew up in a small hometown in England like a normal child, but from the time she moved to New York, she has always been the center of things, getting more and more famous the more she grew. It has always been her thing, her charisma, another thing Ciara inherited from her and I didn’t. Marry

TiaraOkay maybe I overreacted a little.Or more than a little.I probably shouldn’t have fired at him like that. Especially since I had no right to. But he had called our kiss ‘nothing’. A kiss that had me reeling from it for over hours. It had not been nothing. At least not for me.I wanted to explain after, maybe even to apologize. I wanted to tell him I didn’t mean to get all riled up and maybe even blame it all on the stress of the trip. But he spent a whole lotta time in the shower, and by the time he came out I was fast asleep.Throughout the entire journey during the flight and the ride to Ocean City, he remained eerily silent. The only times I heard his voice were when he had to take phone calls, otherwise, he was quiet.As we drive, to shift my attention away from his quiet brooding and the imposing presence he cuts behind the wheel I focus on the view of Ocean City landscape, unfolding outside. The city is beautiful, I see why Ciara chose to have her wedding in Maryland. As

RyanThe suite is empty when I wake up. Quiet, with the distinct scent of roses that is undoubtedly Tiara. Grabbing the wedding itinerary, I go through the list of events. There is a scheduled breakfast martinee that supposedly begun an hour ago, all guests are instructed to come to the oceanfront lawn for brunch. Technically, I’m not a guest but well…I stride back to my room.Yesterday had been great.The look on Ciara’s face when she confronted me. The shock that had everybody frozen. The dinner that didn’t hold.Ciara had stomped away right after the ‘stunt’ we pulled and the dinner had been called off.It couldn’t have gotten any better. The crowd was entranced by us, the perfect scandal. Even I was entranced. Tiara looked good in the light. Why she hadn’t noticed it is still a wonder to me. Not everybody belonged in the shadows and most certainly not someone that looked the way Tiara did in that green dress.It had been a great night. At least right up to the moment when we came

TiaraThe card pings against the card lock of our suite and I all but scramble in.I can feel his gaze pinned to my back with an unnerving intensity as I walk through the sitting area to my designated room, but I don’t turn around not trusting myself to be logical. I don’t know I can hold on to my control if I see that look in his eyes again.“Goodnight, Tee,” I hear his voice behind me and I nod, flushing a bright red as my hand rests on the doorknob.“Goodnight.”Inside, I let out a pent up breath I didn’t know I’ve been holding since we left the yacht. It was crazy reacting to him like that, but what was even crazier was knowing that if he had wanted to take me right then and there, if he had wanted to fuck me senseless on that yacht, I would’ve given in without so much as a shred of resistance.Taken off my clothes, I make a beeline for the bathroom, standing in the hot shower, playing back everything from tonight in my head. What was that about?It’s like whenever he is close to