The Week Before Forever: JustOneNight.com, #2.5

By Chencia C. Higgins

Two years ago Francesca and Thomas met online. What was supposed to be a one night stand became the best thing that ever happened to both of them. She resisted but he persisted and their connection was undeniable. Now life is knocking on their door and they have some decisions to make about where to go from here.

The JustOneNight.com Series
No Strings Allowed - Book 1
No Love Allowed - Book 2
The Week Before Forever - Book 2.5
No Games Allowed - Book 3
Holiday Honey - Book 4

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chencia C. Higgins
• Release date: Mar 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781393922292

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The Week Before Forever

A JustOneNight.com Short

Chencia C. Higgins

EKOL Media

Copyright © 2017 Chencia C. Higgins

www.therealchencia.com

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writers’ imagination, or have been used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locations, or organizations is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles or reviews. All rights reserved.

Contents

Note To The Reader

Chapter 1

Tuesday

Chapter 2

Wednesday

Chapter 3

Friday

Chapter 4

Saturday

About the Author

Also by Chencia C. Higgins

Note To The Reader

This is not a stand-alone short story. It takes place chronologically before the epilogue of No Love Allowed. If you have not yet read that book I urge you to do so, otherwise you may be confused and encounter some spoilers.

Chapter One

Tuesday

Don't forget your ball, Nixon.

Oh, yeah.

I watched as the eleven-year-old did an about-face and reached into my truck, pulling out an orange basketball. Holding the ball with both hands, he pushed the door closed with his shoulder before trotting over to where I stood five yards away.

Got it! He held the ball up triumphantly as we made our way out of the parking garage and into the elevator that would take us up into the arena.

You have your marker, right? I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him with me to the back of the elevator car as I asked the question. As we descended from the upper level of the garage that I parked on, several more people got on as we stopped at each level. Nixon shifted the ball under one arm as he fished in his pocket with his other, pulling out a black sharpie.

Yup!

I chuckled at his enthusiasm. He had every right to be excited. We had tickets for amazing seats to see the Houston Clutch, given to me personally by none other than veteran franchise player, Jermaine Hawk Hawkins. Nixon had yelped louder than I’d ever heard when I told him, and I have to say that my excitement almost rivaled his. Although he and I had attended many games together over the past year and a half, sitting so close to the bench was a first for both of us. Not to mention, I’m pretty