Somewhere Only We Go (Editing)

Chapter 1

Kabir

When I opened my eyes and saw the most sophisticated ceiling above me for a minute I thought I had died and this was heaven. The comfortable mattress and silk sheets weren't helping either. I don't think I have ever so much as seen a silk sheet let alone end up sleeping on one. But then I mostly crash on the couch too tired to even make it up to my bedroom. Also, I don't think the bed sheet on my lame-ass bed would even qualify as a sheet.

Alright Kabir, enough wallows for the morning. You have the entire day to continue drowning in self-pity. So I close my eyes to take in the blissful surroundings before getting back to reality. Whatever royalty this is, it's real, not mine but definitely real. I can't die, dying would be easy and nothing comes easy for me. I have the luck of 'the rope gave up and I fell dead on my ass when I tried hanging myself up from a ceiling fan and was too broke to buy poison'. So it's just me, my zero bank balance, and bad luck, see I am not lonely. What did we just talk about no more self-pity in the morning Kabir.

As soon as I close my eyes I open them up because I had the weirdest flashback. There were abs in it. Those hot, sweaty, I want to lick ice cream down those babies kind of abs and not to start the train of self-pity again but I don't have abs, so unless somehow I got kidnapped by some hot mafia guy, it can't be a flashback. But before I can think of anything else, I feel a strong arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me towards a hard wall which is most definitely someone's hard chest, someone's very naked chest with his arm around me. And that's when all of it comes back.

So maybe I have not died but I was in heaven, or still am. And when I say heaven, I mean 'a very hot man hitting on me at the bar last night and then later proceeding to give me one of the best orgasms of my life' heaven. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was in his car, his hand all over my thighs as he teased me on the backseat while I tried controlling making any noises that would give us away to his driver. Yesterday night was amazing but this was not supposed to happen. Fuck why didn't I leave last night?

I slowly reach for his hand and start rolling my body out of his very warm arms before I change my mind. Because I hate awkward morning conversations. But the guy with the abs has different plans I guess because he pulls me back in. I can't recall his name. Or maybe we didn't exchange names. God, I hope it's the second one. This time his mouth is touching my neck and I can feel his breath on my skin. "Stop moving" he whispers.

And that makes my heart skip a beat. I didn't even think it was real apparently it is and I am very much experiencing it. So I listen to my heart and the guy with the abs (I need to learn his name) and give in. One morning cuddle won't kill me.

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"You want me to do what?" I ask as if I didn't hear him the first time.

The man standing in front of me sighs.

"I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Huh"

"Well, fake boyfriend."

"Huh," That's the only word left in my vocabulary.

"Fake boyfriend, like the one who-"

"I know what you mean by that. I mean why?"

"Sorry I didn't know 'huh' has so many meanings." Bastard gives me a smug look like he just offered me the most normal job in the world and he is proud of it. Who even offers someone to be a fake boyfriend in real life?

"Why do you want a fake boyfriend?"

His mood changes suddenly, and he looks serious. "It's my parents' anniversary next week and they are planning a big getaway with a few family members and close friends. It's a week-long thing and I accidentally told them I'll have a plus one."

"So where is your plus one?"

"I don't have one."

"Then why did you tell your parents you have a plus one?"

"What do you think the word 'accidentally' means?" What an absolute sunshine. No wonder he needs a fake boyfriend. Right, Kabir because your non-existent boyfriend is planning a big proposal for you so that you can judge others.

I open my mouth to say something but pause midair because he took off his t-shirt and his very toned, muscled body made my mouth water. Does he think he can convince me with good sex? He thinks I am that easy. He turns around and puts his hands on his hips which causes his shoulder to flex and fuck me, I'll jump off a cliff if he asks me because the urge to jump on him and lick every inch of that body will be worth it.

"You can't convince me with sex." Wait what the fuck, why did I just say that out loud.

He turned around and narrowed his eyes and I did a quick calculation in my mind about what would be the best way to kill myself right now. Then he grins and with a few steps hovers in front of me and I shift backward, my head touches the headboard. Why the hell am I still in his bed?

"I was actually going to take a shower but if you want a repeat I can make time for that." He winks at me and I forget breathing.

"Do you want me to fuck you in the bed again or do you want to hit the shower?"

Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in

Before I can say anything his weight shifts and he starts walking toward the bathroom.

"If you are considering my offer, leave your contact number on the kitchen counter." He says that and slams the door. What the fuck happened right now.