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Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

“And why should I do that?”

“Because your bed is bigger, and since Paul is spending the holidays with us—”

“WHAT?!”

“Isn’t it marvelous? He’s almost part of the family now, and it makes sense he’d want to be with us at Christmas.”

“And what about his family? Don’t they want to spend Christmas Day with their son?”

“I think his mom prefers Thanksgiving. Anyway, can I tell Julia she can have your room?”

“No.”

“Nikki, don’t be unreasonable. You’re coming home by yourself, and they’re two—they can’t sleep in Julia’s bunk bed.”

The thought of Julia and Paul sleeping—and doing who knows what else—in my old bed blinds me with rage. I lost my virginity on that bed with my first boyfriend—senior year, one spring afternoon when both my parents were out. Julia can’t have that, too. That bed has a lot of good memories, and I won’t let Julia spoil those as well. She’s already collected enough pieces of me.

“I’m not by myself,” I say on impulse.

“What do you mean?” my mom asks, surprised.

“My boyfriend is coming with me.”

And I’m digging myself a deeper grave with every sentence.

“You have a boyfriend? Since when?”

“Yeah, it hasn’t been long, but I wanted you all to meet him.”

Lie, after lie, after lie.

“Oh, Nikki, you’re making me so happy! What’s his name? How did you meet?”

“I don’t have time to tell you the whole story now, Mom, but don’t worry, you’ll meet him soon enough.”

“Sure. I’ll let you go back to work… So many things to organize here. I love you, honey.”

“Love you, too, Mom. Bye.”

I hang up and drop my head on the desk over my crossed arms.

What have I done?

I should call her back and tell her it’s all been a mistake. That Julia can have my man, my dream life, and even my bed. What does it matter, anyway?

Only it does matter. I can’t spend a week at home, single and pathetic, sleeping in Julia’s tiny princess bed while she shares my bed with Paul. Not possible.

I straighten up.

So, where do I find a boyfriend?

I throw a guilty stare at my computer.

No, I couldn’t.

What if someone at the office found out?

Impossible.

No one would ever believe I’ve hired a fake boyfriend off the agency’s database.

With a few quick clicks of the mouse, I close the Excel sheet I was studying and access the actors/models database.

A pop-up window prompts me to input filters to narrow down the search. I select “male” and then, before I know what I’m doing, I start creating an avatar of Julia’s ideal man.

Eyes: green

Hair: dark

Height: 6’4” and above

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