Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“I’d be well down for that, when the time allows us,” Josh says, and looks to me. “How about you, baby?”
“Um, I hardly have to think about that one. It’s on my amazing dream list already,” I laugh.
Yet still, my laughter dries up as the conversation takes a turn. Expressions turning serious.
How the fuck are we going to get there?
There are so many things lying in our way. Schedules, and Agency regulations, and a million other things to consider. So many things to navigate that could lead to bad alongside the good.
“Are you seriously ready to be recognised with a pair of curvas?” Josh asks Heath. “I mean for real. Ella’s profile is growing at a crazy pace, and it’s not just regulars out for a good time anymore. It’s the big profile names who don’t give a fuck about the association. But is that you? Honestly? Are you going to be like them, and not give a fuck that the whole world knows your sexuality and the fact you’re in love with a duo of hookers?”
Heath takes a sip of champagne. His eyes flit to the huge ships outside.
“It’s going to have to happen at some point if we want to take that voyage together. And times are changing. Nighttime Whispers is going to come to an end at some point. Rumour has it next series.”
My heart drops at that.
“And where will you go? What will you do? Movies? Another TV show?” I stop as my mind whirs. “You could be living in the States, right? What if you get offered a mega deal?”
“I don’t know,” Heath answers, with the honesty on full display in his eyes. “All I know is that whatever path lies ahead, I want to walk it along with you. How we get there, I don’t have a clue, and how I’ll cope with the publicity when it happens, I don’t know. But I will cope with it, when the time is right. I’ll have to.”
“So, what do we do in the meantime?” Josh asks. “Where do we go from here?”
The silence between us is heavy again, but it’s not ominous any more. We’re all on the same page.
In love, and in for the long haul.
“Someone put it out there,” Josh says. “I’m Mr Rational, but what about you guys? Do you have any amazing ideas up your sleeve? Have you been preparing any PowerPoint slides in the background?”
I can’t resist.
“Normal,” I giggle. “We do normal, whatever that means, because it’s meaning is going to change as we change. As our lives change. As everything around us changes. All we know is that the three of us, loving each other, is the new normal. That’s all that really matters, right?”
The two guys weigh it up.
Heath pours us a fresh round of champagne with a nod of his head and a smile on his face that would make fans faint, all around the world.
“I’m in,” he says. “To normal. And to us reaching that destination.”
“Me, too,” Josh says, and raises his glass. “To normal.”
“Normal,” we decide, all three of us smiling in unison.
“A new normal,” Heath says. “A normal that suits us.”
“A normal that fulfils all three of us,” Josh says. “That works, whatever the costs.”
“No fears,” Heath says.
“No holding back,” I add.
“No bullshit roadblocks to the power of being in love,” Josh finishes up.
And so it’s decided.
The course ahead may be unknown and uncharted, but the outcome really isn’t.
The outcome is us, being us, together for ever in heart and soul. It just might take us a while to get there, but that doesn’t matter.
How we get there is irrelevant. The end destination is all that counts.
I’m still sipping my De Chante when the guys take position, back on the bed for another round to begin. I stare out at the cargo ships with a heady grin, blessed that I’m going to get what I want in the short term, as well as the long term.
“Sweet curva,” Heath says, “Come pull up the armchair for a front row view.”
Josh’s ass is in the air. Heath is twisting two fingers in, his hard cock in his other hand.
“Sure thing,” I say, topping up my fizz before I take a seat with the best view in the house.
I’m about to see Josh take Heath Mason’s slammer of a cock in his asshole, no puppy dog in sight. I’ll happily drink to that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The next few weeks pass by in the blink of an eye, and with every passing minute, and every incoming proposal, another part of me steps into the spotlight – of my own inner world, not the outside.
There are always different degrees to being yourself, that’s what I’ve been discovering this year, little by little. So many onion layers to peel away to get to your core. Exposing that core to the world would have felt so intimidating in my previous versions of Ella Edwards, but as Christmas calls, I feel nothing but the festive joy. Proud and free.