Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
"You don't use social media." I roll my eyes. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.
"Why would I lie about this?"
"I don't know. Why would you?" I glance around for my bag.
"What do you need?" Brooks quickly stands, ready to hunt down whatever it might be that I’m looking for.
"My bag." I can't recall where I set it down, but Brooks is already on the move, so he must know. I watch him head toward the kitchen, coming back a few seconds later to give it to me. I set my bowl back down and search through my bag, pulling out a ring light and my Kindle.
"What is this?" Brooks holds up the ring light.
"It's to obtain the best lighting when you film videos."
"Oh." He turns it each way instead of putting it on the table. Why do I find that kind of adorable? I don't know; can I blame it on the baby? Focus, I remind myself, going back to search for my phone. I give up, deciding just to dump it out on the table. Things scatter everywhere. A few things fall off onto the floor.
“Damn it,” I mutter to myself. “See, I’m a mess. You don’t want to marry me.”
“I don’t mind.” He leans down, grabbing the items that had fallen. One is my phone.
“You say that, but you haven’t seen my bathroom sink or my closet.” I take the phone from him. “Are you sure you don’t want to change your story?”
“I don’t have social media,” he says again.
“Okay, so not only a user but a liar.”
“I didn’t use you.” I ignore him and pull up first his Instagram and show it to him, and then go over to Facebook and even TikTok, showing him each one. “Got nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?”
“You’re right.” Brooks pulls out his phone.
“See, you can’t even be straight with me about social media. Why the heck would I believe you about anything else?”
“I don’t run those accounts. You can see my phone. I only have the TikTok app.”
“The main one I’m known for? That social media app?” Sarcasm hangs on to my every word. I’m being a dick, but I don’t care. He needs to be straight with me.
Brooks rambles off the code for his phone. “You’re just giving it to me?”
“We are married.” He’s relentless, I’ll give him that.
“Oh my God.” I punch the code in. I swipe through his phone and see that he does only have TikTok. When I click the app, the name of the user is random numbers and letters. There is no profile picture or anything. There also aren’t any followers, and he only follows one account. I click to see it's me.
“I got it once I realized who you were.” He shrugs.
"After you had someone stalk me?” It wasn’t hard to spot the man in the suit following me. The stupid fedora hat he wore made him stand out. I knew at some point I’d have to face Brooks. I wouldn’t have kept the pregnancy from him, but I was still trying to process it myself. “Also, your PI guy sucked.”
“He does, but he found you. I have now fired him. I just wanted to find you, and then once I knew who you were, I could watch you."
"You wanted to watch me?"
"I missed you." I lose some of my resolve. “I was never taking the TV offer. It’s not a fit for me. That folder you saw was given to me. I didn’t even bother reading it.”
“Really?” I want to believe him so badly. He does seem genuine.
“Think about it. I’m not being a dick, but I don’t need help with promotion.” That is true. I can’t even be upset about that. Brooks made a name for himself on his own.
“Oh.” What do I say to that?
“I saw you in the bar, and I wanted you. I still want you.” When Brooks reaches for me, I don’t stop him. He pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. “Now that this is solved, we’ll get married.”
Okay, maybe he didn’t use me, but he is totally insane.
Chapter Eight
BROOKS
Atwo-day waiting period is crazy, but at least she’s here with me. I run my hand up her back and then let it fall to her hip. I press her forward so she’s riding my erection. “Since our first time was when we didn’t know each other, it’s time to get reacquainted.”
“Sex complicates things,” she says, but her body is starting to move, tiny fractions forward and backward.
“Not in our case. It’s made everything very simple.” I take her mouth. She hesitates, but then her lips part, and I sweep in, tasting every corner.
Her hips move faster in time with the thrusts of my tongue. Her passive hands find their way into my hair, holding my head tightly so that she’s the one kissing me.