When Pages Meet Pixels

Chapter 1

Natalie

I wonder if anyone has gotten deep penetrating back shots while eating a plate of lasagna.

Probably not…too messy. Now, if it were something easier to swallow, pun intended, like ice cream, then we’d be in business.

Imagine being bent over the kitchen table with your favorite bowl of ice cream.

You’re seconds away from having sweet, creamy flavors burst on your tongue when a big dick thrusts inside of you.

Dick in one end, ice cream in the other. Yes, please.

I sighed as I looked down at my dinner plate.

Instead of a nice helping of cookies and cream, I got bland-ass lasagna that Lawrence made.

How he managed to screw up this dish was beyond me.

It was our turn to host the monthly family dinner with our parents, and unfortunately, the food was already done when I arrived.

My mama would know this wasn’t my cooking.

Not to brag, but I knew my way around the kitchen.

However, my knowledge of how to make things shake with ingredients didn’t matter when it came to Lawrence’s mom.

She would swear up and down that I needed cooking lessons because my food would be ‘too spicy’ or I was ‘too heavy handed on the seasoning’.

In her eyes, I didn’t know how to cook to appease others and tonight was the ammo she needed to continue that narrative.

Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised, since her favorite pastime was belittling or humiliating me.

A sharp buzz on my lap caused me to jump slightly. Shaking away my irritation, I grabbed my phone off my lap, which I had hidden under the napkin. My mama didn’t allow distractions at the table. It didn’t matter whose house she was dining at or how old you were; dinner time was family time.

Taking a peek, I noticed one of my friends, Amanda, had texted our group chat.

I took a few more seconds to review the message when envy suddenly flooded my core.

Here I was stuck sitting next to my piece of shit fiancé and his uptight ass mama while my two friends took selfies at our favorite bar in town.

What I’d give to ditch this place instead of pretending that everything was sunshine and rainbows.

“Smile. Your lips are slipping into a frown,” Lawrence whispered in my ear.

“Tell your mom her wig is slippin',” I whispered back. “I mean, look at it, one more head shake from all of that fake ass laughing, it’ll fall into her plate.”

Lawrence’s jaw ticked as he briefly glared at me. “Look, we simply have to suffer for one more hour, and then we can part ways until next month. Until then, get it together before you draw unwanted attention. You know both our moms will be able to sniff out if something is wrong between us.”

I inwardly rolled my eyes. As much as I wanted to punch him in his smug face, I knew he was right.

My mom had a knack for sensing trouble. Ever since I was a little girl, she knew when something was wrong with me.

Thankfully, I’ve mastered my poker face over the years.

I had been lying to her for months now, and she hadn’t suspected a thing.

On the other hand, Lawrence’s mom was too self-absorbed to acknowledge anyone else’s feelings, but she loved pointing out flaws.

If she knew that her son and I were technically not together anymore, she’d spread gossip, somehow blaming it all on me.

Then, she’d badger me until she learned the full truth.

I didn’t want to deal with either problem.

Gripping my fork, I plastered on a sugary sweet smile and nodded. “Of course, babe.”

Leaning down, Lawrence pecked my lips, and it took everything in me not to gag.

I stomped on his foot under the table before taking a long sip out of my wineglass.

I heard him hiss under his breath before he turned to face my father, talking about another wild adventure they had at my dad’s country club.

Lawrence’s dad was too busy to show up. Like always.

Shifting in my seat, I returned my attention to my mother and my ex-future mother-in-law, who were gushing over wedding decorations.

Eight months ago, I would’ve been smack in the middle of the conversation and showing them all the ideas I wanted for the wedding.

Eight months ago, when I agreed to this foolish plan to pretend my ex-fiancé was still active in my life, I hoped that we’d make amends and get back together.

Unfortunately, Lawrence ruined that. He ruined everything, and I couldn’t be happier. All I needed was to lie a little longer, and then I was free.

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