Crossing the Red Line

I don’t blame her; we do have a history, and I can be what you could call uncooperative at times. So, it’s not a wonder she looks stressed when she comes to tell me I’ve been selected as the new face of a promotional opportunity for the Dominators.

As we talk, I find out there’s another source of her stress, she’s also allergic to wedding season, at least that is what she tells me when she finds out her friend is getting married.

I hate to see pretty girls stressed, so I offer to be her date for her friend’s wedding and to cooperate for the promotional event I’ve just been assigned to. When she looks at me wondering where the catch is, I drop the bomb. I need something from her. I need her to come with me to visit my mother and be my fake girlfriend for the weekend. A simple exchange, two friends helping one another.

Little did I know how this one little exchange would end up blowing up in both our faces and make us face a reality we both thought didn’t exist anymore.