Hi, I’m Yulia. I’m 24, have a physics degree from Stanford, and love to travel. I’m an amazing travel companion because I love long walks, and I look awesome in a bikini.

This Seeking Arrangement message sounded good, but the problem was “Yulia” didn’t look awesome in her bikini. Yulia didn’t look awesome at all.

Yulia was a catfish.

One quick Google with the pictures attached, and it was confirmed she was stealing pictures from none other than Instagram model Celina Powell.

I had less than three days to get a companion for the vacation my best friend and I were taking. Less than three days. Where would I find a beautiful girl who wouldn’t try to push for a commitment after a weekend at a couples-only resort? In less. Than. Three. Days?

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Nobody would believe me if I explained the situation. I never planned to be in this situation. I had a woman when I signed up for this trip. My ex, Samantha, dumped me a little over three weeks ago, citing the need to “find herself.”

As if that didn’t hurt enough, I tried to be understanding of my ex’s need to figure out her life. That ended when I walked into a bar only to see her kissing another man not even a week after we’d ended things.

When confronted, all she could say was she was in love with her ex. I looked at him, some muscle-head with a bunch of kids and baby mamas. She cried that he treated her like garbage. I gave her everything, but she still left.

One man’s trash, I guess.

I tried not to think about Samantha. It hurt. I actually loved her. She was the first woman I’d committed myself to since high school.

Usually, breakups are followed by long periods of playing the field. But burrowing my sorrows under piles and piles of pussy wouldn’t work this time around. I didn’t need another woman, not right now. I needed to clear my head, because I was hurt, and it wasn’t worth breaking another woman’s heart just to heal my own.

I’ve never been a cheater. Breaking hearts with broken promises wasn’t good for the soul.

I believed in karma. I also felt that the wrath of my indiscretions didn’t have to fall on me. They could fall on someone I loved. What might not hurt me, might hurt my daughter, if I ever had one. What could be worse than seeing your own daughter heartbroken over something you’d done carelessly to other women?

I hadn’t committed to many women because I didn’t believe in settling. Not when it came to life, to love, to anything. Nobody gives a damn about you and your needs. You have to prioritize yourself. You don’t get what you deserve, you get what you ask for.

You don’t like what you’re getting? Raise your hand. I did. That’s why I’m so successful today.

I grew up in a middle class, blue-collar family in the South. We didn’t have a lot of money, but my parents made sure my siblings and I were washed, clothed, and taken care of. Christmas was always memorable, and we understood the value of hard work. My mother was a teacher, and my father was a factory worker.

A freak accident at work severely injured my father when I was 17. We were forced to live on my mother’s income just a few months shy of my graduation. I graduated, but my dreams of college were thrown out of the window. I began working for a real estate entrepreneur, and slowly worked my way up until I had an empire of my own.

Now here I was, 35 years old, and realizing that I was so ahead of the curve, it was nearly impossible to keep up with me. So impossible, I was stuck trying to figure out how to get a date so I didn’t lose an insane amount of money on a Jamaican vacation I really needed.

That’s when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Hunter.”

“Rose… What’s up?”

Axel’s girlfriend never called me. Not that she was ever supposed to.

“Are you still trying to rent a girlfriend for weekend?”

“I would, if they weren’t freaking crazy catfishes.”

“I have someone for you.” There was a hint of mischief to her voice.

“Who?” I licked my lips. Rose had some gorgeous friends.

“My sister Chanel. She’s perfect.”

What?

“Rose… Your sister? I didn’t even know you had a sister.”

“She’s cute. Totally legal. No nonsense. Does yoga. Takes care of my mom 24/7. If you’re paying, she’s immediately available. She needs the money to cover her tuition.”

Okay, now this is even crazier. My best friend’s girlfriend was pitching her sister to me for the weekend. For sale.

“You know this is a couples retreat, right?”

“You know you can’t go without being coupled with someone, right?” She replied sassily. “Look, check your DMs. I just sent you a picture of her.”

Silence entered our conversation as I checked. I couldn’t deny her beauty. She looked just like Rose, perhaps slightly more innocent, with a somewhat shorter, curvier body.

Where Rose was tall and slender, with sleek runway model curves, her sister was actually curvier. I didn’t have a particular type, but I loved a healthy, beautiful woman with real curves.

“What do you think?” Rose cut in. “I know you just looked at the DM I sent.”

“She’s a cutie.” To be honest, she was beyond cute. She was delicious, and my dick was hard just looking at her. If I didn’t have any self-control, I’d probably hang up the phone and start stroking off to her already. I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips. They were succulent, pouty, and kissable.

“Does she have her passport?” I asked.

“Yes, she has her passport, and she’s free. She’s on Spring Break.”

By no stretch of the imagination was this girl ugly. She was downright stunning. Standing 5’5” with black hair and grey eyes, she had chiseled cheekbones and sculpted features, a blend of her Italian and German heritage.

Her tits were magnificent also; 36DD breasts that defied gravity with every step. As a breast man, they were extremely suckable… and I wouldn’t want to do them the disservice of not feeling loved and appreciated for their beauty.

My mind began racing a mile a minute, and my heart started pounding. This girl was going to solve all my problems, while she also created some brand new ones.

She was my best friend’s girlfriend’s little sister. And she was young, sexy, and alluring. I’d seen some beautiful women, but there was something in her eyes and that sexy smile that triggered my desire.

In the real world, she’d be off-limits, for sure. Our circles were just too close for comfort.

But if she were willing to play along with me for a weekend, something told me we’d along just fine…

“Hunter!” Rose’s voice snapped, forcing me back to the present. “You want to hire her or not?”

Rose was beautiful, yet spoiled. It shouldn’t have been surprising to learn her sister would be as well. Yet one look at that pic, and a lengthy scroll through Instragram, and it was clear she was fucking delectable. Her warm skin had a deep olive complexion, like a natural tan. I had a thing for the sun kissed look.

I found a picture of her in a dress next to Rose. Both of them looked good, and I realized Axel and I were some lucky bastards. What’s hotter than a pair of gorgeous sisters?

I would be a fool to look this gift horse in the mouth. The company of a beautiful woman, one who wouldn’t be in it for anything but the trip, the money, and time with her sister?

It beat trying to convince one of my lady friends that this was nothing more than a weekend arrangement. One that more than likely opposed their expectations. I had no interest in being romantic, falling in love, or attending any couples’ classes. I just wanted to get away, experience the beauty of the tropics, and perhaps enjoy non-committal experiences with a beautiful woman who didn’t expect me to propose to her afterward.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.” I said. “Everything’s already paid for, but I can give her some vacation money to spend, plus a little extra for my appreciation.”

I’d already flushed close to ten grand on this trip. Another three to five thousand wouldn’t kill me. Especially not when it was for a girl that beautiful. She was as beautiful as any of the girls on Seeking Arrangement. That site was full of women who wanted money for their time and attention.

You knew what you were paying for on a site like that, which made the transaction more alluring. Those women gave you the emotional intimacy you needed without the commitment. Sex, or the desire for it, meant nothing if the connection of being wooed, seduced, and given genuine companionship didn’t add up.

I missed the companionship that came with a relationship, but my heart was broken. Until I got over Samantha, I didn’t need to pretend I was interested in anything more than a little carefree company.

Sometimes you had to spoil your broken heart with a little eye candy.