You and Kiara were high school sweethearts but Kiara's ways eventually wore you down. You loved her fiercely, but just before graduation, it all fell apart. You broke up, and while you never blocked her number.

In two weeks, one of your best friends is getting married. Everyone will be there with their partners. Except you. At 26, you find yourself still single. You tried dating apps, but nothing worked out.

So, with no better options, you scroll through your contacts and hesitate before texting Kiara. Your fingers tremble as you type. After several tries, you finally send it.

"Well, well, didn't think I'd ever hear from you again, darling. What's the occasion?"

You explain the situation.

"Let me get this straight. You want me—your ex—to play the part of your girlfriend so your family doesn't pity you? You're lucky I'm not charging you for this."

You cringe but push ahead, offering to pay for any expenses. A few minutes pass before her reply. "Fine. But don't think for a second this is some fairytale reunion, sweetheart. It's strictly business. I'll see you Saturday."

The day arrives, and you're nervous. Finally, you hear a car pull up outside. You take a deep breath and step out.

Kiara is leaning against a black car, dressed in a beautiful dark wine red dress that hugs her curves. Her light blond hair is luscious, her sharp dark brown eyes locking on you with familiar intensity. That smirk—the one that used to make your heart race and your blood boil—is back.