Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 82010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Yeah, she’s outside talking to Jake.” She said his name with such distaste, as if she were afraid it would coat her tongue with a deadly disease. “Do you want her?” Her questioned snapped me back into the room. For a second I’d forgotten she was still here, too busy worrying about what Jake was saying to Elle.
“Nah, doesn’t matter. Now run along, Lin,” I teased. “That coffee isn’t going to magically appear.”
Not seconds later, Kip appeared at my door.
“Mate, wardrobe want us.”
Nodding my head, I replied, “Sure. Be out in two secs.”
After stretching my neck and trying to erase the last hour from my mind, I nipped into the bathroom to rinse the blood from my knuckles. Luckily Laurelin didn’t notice, but I knew Elle would. I huffed to myself, knowing I would be under her interrogation soon.
When I walked out of my dressing suite I smacked straight into Jake, whose eyes zeroed straight in on my grazed hand.
“What happened?” he asked, genuine concern saturating his voice.
“Leave me the fuck alone, Jake,” I barked at him.
“You know I can’t do that. I’m your bodyguard.”
“Yeah? Well maybe we’ll just have to rectify that situation.” Just the thought of replacing him made my chest ache, and that right there was what I needed to rectify. The confident expression Jake’s face always seemed to hold these days didn’t falter for even a second. It was like the smug bastard knew I wouldn’t get rid of him, and I genuinely didn’t know if that comforted me or pissed me the hell off.
I walked quickly to the wardrobe department, ignoring any kind of eye or vocal contact with Jake the whole way. When I got there, the rest of the guys were already dressed in their first outfits for the shoot.
“About time,” Elle grumbled. The simple knowledge she was here instantly made me feel at ease. “I’ve still got to style yours and Kip’s hair.”
“Sorry, gorgeous girl,” I said smiling as I picked her up and twirled her around. I mainly did that to annoy her, because I’m an ass like that.
“Put me down, Saw,” she scolded, twatting my shoulder. “Now hurry up in here so I can get started on your hair,” she added when I lowered her down. Then she leaned in so only I could hear and whispered, “We will be talking about what the hell is wrong with you later.”
Anger caused my fists to clench by my sides.
“What the fuck has he been saying to you?” I hissed back.
“Who?”
I straightened my back, eyeing her up suspiciously. I didn’t know if she genuinely had no clue what I was talking about, or if she was trying to trip me up so I would unwittingly admit what happened with Jake earlier.
“Never mind. I won’t be long here. I’ll meet you back in my dressing room.”
“Hmm. You’re hiding something from me and you’re going to tell me what it is.”
“Love ya, gorgeous girl,” I said, before bending down to kiss the top of her head.
“Whatever,” she argued. “Your charm doesn’t work on me.”
Ain’t that the damn truth?
I’m pretty much a creature of habit when it comes to clothes – t-shirt, designer jeans, studded belt. So, as expected, it didn’t take long for me settle on three different outfits for the shoot. I was back in my dressing room with Kip and Matt trailing behind me (and Jake of course, but I was trying to forget he existed), in under thirty minutes. Elle was already waiting for me with what looked like a whole suitcase full of styling products scattered across the place.
“Hey, Saw,” Matt muttered, bumping my shoulder with his and nodding towards the lobby outside my room. “See that chick? Big tits, firm ass, red bikini?”
“Um, yeah.”
“She’s got the tightest fuckin’ pussy, man. Had her bent over the couch in my room less than an hour ago, and she said she’d be happy to go for round two with you when we’re done here.”
“Jesus, Matt,” Elle said, rolling her eyes.
“What’s her name?”
“There’s my boy!” Matt said, practically congratulating me as he clapped my shoulder. “Her name’s Candi, and I’m telling you, man, that chick is up for anything.”
“Okay, guys. Out. All of you,” Elle ordered. “I’ve got work to do here and you’re distracting me.” Saluting her, Matt and Kip left, but Jake lingered a second longer.
“I’ll be right outside,” he told us. Of course you fucking will.
“Sawyer, what the hell are you playing at?” Elle blasted the second we were alone. “That skank is probably riddled. You’re not seriously considering it?”
“My sex life is none of your goddamn business, Elle.”
“Hey, you might get away with speaking to other people like shit but you can’t with me. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s him isn’t it? Jake?” She hushed the last part, probably in case he could hear on the other side of the door.
“What’s he said to you, huh?”
“Nothing! He’s never even mentioned you to me! Just tell me what’s going on with you guys, Saw? Because I know something is.”
“Nothing’s going on.”
“Bullshit.”
“I swear it, Elle. We’re not together if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“That’s not what I asked. Something is happening, and it’s more than him just coming on to you. If that was it, and you weren’t interested, you’d just laugh him off. So, do you want something to happen between you?”
“Fuck, Elle,” I sighed, flopping down into the leather chair in front of me. “He sucked me off in here earlier.”
“What the…” Her jaw literally fell wide open. “And… you didn’t want him to? I’m confused.”
“That makes two of us. It was fucking amazing, Elle. Everything about it. The way he smelt, the way he spoke to me, the feel of him wrapped around my cock…”
“Yeah, you can spare me the specifics, hun. You’re practically my brother.”
“Sorry,” I muttered, exhaling a soft laugh. “But I swear, the second he’d finished… I loathed myself for giving in to him.”
“That’s absurd, Sawyer. Why the hell would you hate yourself for wanting sex with someone?”