Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“He’s not getting you, Doc. Calm down.” He runs off somewhere.
I wring my hands in front of me and I ring Max’s number in a panic.
“Hello, Max, come and get me,” I stammer. “Sure, I’m out front. What’s up?” he replies.
“Just wait there. I’m coming out,” I cry.
“Ok, what’s wrong?” he snaps. I hang up in a panic.
I burst out of the bathroom and run straight into Jesten. “Jesus,” he snaps as he grabs my arms. “Hey, calm down,” he whispers as he pulls me into an embrace.
My heart is racing as I am gripped with anguish. I am wrapped in his embrace as he tries to comfort my fear. My arms are wrapped around his broad back, he smells good, masculine, warm. I feel a frisson of arousal sweep through me and I pull back in shock as I frown.
He sweeps the hair back from my damp forehead and looks down at me…huh?
Henry comes through the door in a rush. “Natasha, are you okay?” he asks.
Oh God, embarrassment sweeps over me and I pull out of Jesten’s grip. I do not want all of these people knowing I have a vibrator.
“Can we talk in private please, Henry?”
He smiles sympathetically. “Sure, dear. Meet me in the office at reception.”
I nod. “Okay, I just want to freshen up.” I walk into the bath- room and put my face into my hands. The James Bond movie has now turned into Quentin Tarantino…fucked up horror movie. I start to giggle uncontrollably. Even if I imagined this shit, I couldn’t fucking imagine it. I need a strong drink.
Jesten walks into the bathroom. “You ok?” I smile, embar- rassed.
“Yes, sorry.”
He cuddles me and for some reason I melt into his arms again.
What am I doing?
He smirks at me. “Why in the hell does a chick as hot as you need a vibrator?” He smiles into my forehead.
I feel my face go bright red and I pull out of his grip, that just feels too familiar. I scratch my head in horror.
“No comment.”
He giggles. “Don’t worry, when you’re my girl you won’t need one. Don’t bother replacing it.”
“Stop it,” I snap. “I am not your girl and I am not going to be your girl. Stop deluding yourself.”
I walk out of the bathroom in a huff and down to the office to have the most embarrassing conversation of my life.
Joshua
I sit in my office as the intercom speaks. “Amelie is here to see you,” the receptionist’s bored voice echoes through the room. My eyes close in regret. I knew this was coming. I have been back in LA for two weeks and I haven’t heard from her. I was hoping that I wouldn’t. I put the heel of my palms into my eye sockets. “Send her in,” I reply flatly.
I swivel on my chair with my eyes down. I’m furious with her. I know she’s hurt but the pain she has brought me is unforgivable. I never meant for any of this shit to happen.
The sound of her heels click on the marble through the huge room and I raise my eyes slowly to meet hers.
“Hello, Joshua,” she whispers nervously.
My eyes stare through her and I run my tongue over my front top teeth. “Hello, Amelie.”
She stands still and waits for me to speak. I don’t.
“Are you going to speak to me?” she asks as her eyes fill with tears.
“I have nothing to say to you,” I reply coldly as I twist on my chair.
“Joshua, please.” She bursts into tears. “I love you, I had to tell Natasha. I couldn’t be dishonest.” She sobs.
I frown in disgust. “I would have told her, it wasn’t your place to hurt her like that.” My anger rises.
She frowns. “You weren’t going to tell her,” she snaps. “Why didn’t you tell her you love me?”
I screw up my face. “Because I don’t. You’re delusional, it was five minutes of shit sex Amelie. I have never regretted something so much in my life!” I shout.
Her face falls. “You regret it?” she questions.
“Of course!” I yell. “I make myself fucking sick that I have hurt her like this. She is a good person, and she didn’t deserve any of this. I will never, ever forgive you for the way you treated her.”
“Stop lying,” I snap as my skin starts to crawl.
“Think about it, Joshua, she leaves you at the drop of a hat. She has no regards for your feelings. It doesn’t sound like she loves you at all or that she ever did.”
“Shut up!” I scream as I jump from my chair.
“She actually gets off on your pain,” she sneers.
“Get out!” I scream.
I turn my back on her and look out the window.
“Tell me, Joshua, how many times have you tried to contact her and been ignored?”
I don’t answer.
“She will never make you happy, Joshua.”