Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"You're sweaty," I say, laughing.
"How long do you think it'll be before we're all over the internet?"
"Pfft. We're probably already all over the internet," I scoff, wriggling for him to put me down. "They were posting about that little interaction before we even walked away." I shoot him a pointed look. "Why do I have the feeling that's what you wanted?"
He smirks, not denying it.
I shake my head at him. He's not nearly as smooth as he thinks he is. But the fact that he wants people to see us together is adorable. I just hope he doesn't change his mind when the whole world finds out we're married, and his face is plastered all over the tabloids again. Part of me is still a little afraid he might. It's not because I lack confidence. I don't. I love who I am, and I don't care who approves. But who I am is a small-town girl. And small-town girls don't live happily ever after with superstars anywhere except in movies.
When people find out about us, they're going to have a whole lot of opinions…and a lot of those opinions aren't going to be nice. They've already put Crue and the band through so much. I don't want to be the reason he goes through it a second time. And I'm really afraid I will be. I'm equally as afraid that Crue won't handle it well.
What happens when he decides all of this was a mistake? He has an image to protect. Marrying a certified fangirl twelve hours after meeting her doesn't exactly protect that image. If anything, it confirms all the crazy things the tabloids used to say about him and the band.
"We have a band meeting to see who is signing autographs out back."
"This requires a band meeting?"
"It's more like a Rock, Paper, Scissors competition, but band meeting sounds better," he mutters, pulling me toward their dressing room. "You can judge. Mason cheats."
"He does not," I say through laughter. "It's impossible to cheat at that game, Crue."
"Fine. He doesn't cheat. He's just too fucking good, and it pisses me off."
"Well, this is swanky," I mumble, prowling through our new hotel room…which is actually a two-room suite on the top floor. Havoc is posted outside the door. Another security guard is posted at the end of the hall by the elevators. They'll switch off throughout the night to make sure no one tries to sneak in.
"It's a beautiful view," Crue murmurs from the doorway.
I glance toward him, only to find him staring at me. I smile, unable to stop myself. Anytime we're in the same vicinity, his eyes are on me. I love it far more than I probably should.
But then again, I love everything about this man.
"Mine isn't so bad either." I hop up on the bed and kick back, crossing my legs at the ankles. I let my gaze drift up and down his body, making it clear I'm talking about him. "It's a pretty amazing view, actually."
"Oh, yeah?" He pushes away from the doorframe, prowling across the room toward me. "I think you need a closer look, Éire."
"Probably so. I do have terrible vision."
He chuckles, stopping beside the bed. "You know if I get on that bed with you, I'm going to be inside you as soon as I can make it happen, right?"
"Counting on it, rockstar."
"You should also know I have every intention of putting my kid in you."
"I…" I blink. "Wait. Really?"
"Til death do us part, Éire," he murmurs, tracing the ring encircling my finger. "They weren't just words. I meant them."
"Crue," I whisper. "I…"
"You're mine, Ireland Blake. You're going to keep being mine until they bury me six feet under. I don't care what I have to do to convince you not to leave me; I'll do it," he says, running his fingertip down my cheek.
"I never planned on leaving you. I just wanted to give you an out in case…"
"In case what?"
"In case you change your mind," I whisper, looking down at my hands. "You're a superstar, Crue. I'm just me. What happens when the whole world finds out about us, and you're all over the tabloids again? I don't want to be a mistake or something else you regret."
"You think I could regret you?"
"I don't know." I shrug helplessly. "I've never had to face having my heart broken into a million pieces. I'm terrified that you're going to shatter it, and I'll spend the rest of my life hearing your stupid voice on the stupid radio, remembering that you didn't love me back."
He inhales a sharp breath. "You're in love with me."
"What? No. I didn't say that. When did I say that?" I say, my voice rising an octave. "You're hearing things. You should get that checked out."
He plants one knee on the bed and then the other, crawling over me, his expression dark. "Don't lie to me, Ireland," he growls, caging me in beneath him. "Tell me what you said."