Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I step over and wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. “I’m glad you told him. You didn’t fuck up.”
“Okay,” he says against my chest.
“I have to leave to meet Emily,” I tell him, running my hand across his hair. “But I’m not going to be able to see you this week.”
“Very funny.”
“Unfortunately, I’m not joking. We’re filming on location upstate for a few days in the Catskills.”
He pulls back, looking me in the eyes. “You weren’t going to mention that to me?”
“Honestly, it slipped my mind entirely. I’ve been thinking about a lot of other things more than my filming schedule lately.”
He nods. “It’s okay. I need to finish processing your photoshoot, and I’ll never focus on it enough if your ass is within fuck-range of my cock.”
“Fuck-range?”
He looks up at me, stepping forward to cup my groin. “Yeah. Kind of like you are right now.”
“Do not get me hard before I go see my manager.”
His lips come up in a smile. “Maybe I want you hard and tortured all day while you’re out and about. All week, while you’re upstate. What if I told you not to come for the whole time you’re up there?”
A pang hits my chest. “I wouldn’t be able to film without getting hard if you did that.”
His eyes glimmer. “But you’d do it, right?”
He squeezes my cock slightly and already it’s beginning to harden. “Maybe.”
“You would.”
“You love to torture me, don’t you?”
“It’s okay. You can come. Just send me pictures of it sometimes, okay?”
He releases me and I pull in a slow breath. I head back to his room to get dressed and ready to leave, and I’m heading for the door within a few minutes. He walks me downstairs to the street, and the city is already bustling, although his street isn’t too crowded yet.
“Thank you for the smoothie. It was way more delicious than the ones I make myself. I’ll see you soon, Chase.”
“Hey. Come here,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me back. “Kiss me.”
His lips hit mine, and he kisses me slowly.
A thrill rolls through me.
We’re kissing on the street. There are no paparazzi and nobody around is holding out their phone camera at us, but… still.
I like it.
I’m not panicking, or worried, or thinking about anyone else at all.
“I hooked up with Chase last night,” I tell Emily before we’ve even received our coffees at breakfast.
Her eyes meet mine, and she pauses for a moment before she nods. “Did something bad happen?”
I shake my head. “What? No. It was great. Really great, actually.”
“Was something different about it?”
“Different?”
“Than the other times you’ve been with him?”
I shift on my seat as the waiter comes over, placing our coffee cups in front of us. He walks off, and I glance back up at Emily.
“Damn. I knew you were aware we had something going on, but you could at least humor me by acting a little bit shocked by the revelation.”
She grins, taking a sip of coffee. “I would be more worried if you weren’t hooking up with him. He’s hot, he’s smart, and he’s talented. I know you need an outlet, Logan. I’m happy for you.”
My throat tightens a little as she tells me that.
To say I needed an outlet is an understatement.
“Thank you, Em.”
“Is he working on the photos?” she asks. “We need them for the magazine ASAP.”
“He’s on it. He has your email address to send the files when they’re ready.”
“I promise I’ll cover my eyes and peek through when I see them,” Emily jokes. “Or I’ll hold out my hand only covering the private bits.”
I wave my hand through the air. “Look at all of it. The whole world is going to see, anyway.”
We laugh, and she reaches out to squeeze my shoulder. “I just want to say one thing, Logan. You can tell me to fuck off.”
“Oh, God. I’m scared.”
“I just want you to be careful. Okay?”
“Careful?”
Her smile falls a little. “With Chase.”
I furrow my brow. “What’s there to be careful about? I don’t exactly think Chase is the type to plot my demise.”
“No. But he’s young. He’s… a thrill seeker, as far as I can tell, which is probably why you and I both like him. Well. You like him a lot more, I suppose.”
“Right.”
She eyes me closely. “I’m not talking about business here, I’m just talking to you as a friend. I don’t think I could handle you being hurt.”
“Chase could never hurt me.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I know they’re wrong.
Chase would never try to hurt me.
He would never want to do anything like that intentionally.
But I realize, now, that he has the power to absolutely destroy me, by the simple fact of how much I’ve come to want him in my life.
If he moved on it would crush me.
I’ve never thought about how gutting that would be. I’ve come to expect Chase in my world, and if he became bored of me… it would be like last year, but a hundred times worse. When we’re together and he tells me that I belong to him, I believe it so fully.