Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I can’t speak tonight.
I’m sorry to let the fans down but I have something huge to settle, and it all leads to Jenny Roscoe.
My biggest regret in life was letting her go.
I’m not letting it happen again.
I know I fucked up… I just needed time. I came back and she was gone. Her room was vacant, almost like she was never even there.
It’s not a coincidence that she’s in Vegas during the same weekend as I am.
It’s fate, and if fate is trying to wedge its way in, I’ll roll out the welcome mat.
Fuck her boyfriend. Fuck her denial.
She’s in my hands tonight, whether she likes it or not.
Chapter 28
Jenny
“Drake—wait! Stop!” I try tugging my hand out of his, but it’s no use. He’s too strong.
My phone buzzes, tucked away in my bra, and the cross is still in my hand, the pointy edges of it stabbing my palm.
I yank harder away from him, but if I keep doing that, I’ll end up pulling my damn arm out of socket.
Drake pushes a black door open when we reach the end of the hallway. An instant wave of heat hits me, like a hot blow dryer to the face, and only a few feet away is a black SUV.
Its windows are tinted; the lights are on. The black paint sparkles beneath the countless Vegas lights. Even though we are in some sort of private alley, there are lights everywhere.
A tall, lanky man stands beside the truck in a black tux, finishing off a cigarette. When he spots Drake, he tosses it and steps on the butt, rushing for the back door.
Drake finally releases my hand, but doesn’t stop walking to the car.
“Bill.” Drake bobs his head at the driver.
“How are you this evening, Mr. Davenport? That was one hell of a fight tonight!”
“I’m good. And thanks.” Drake points back at me. I stand absolutely still in the alley. “This is Jenny. A good friend of mine.”
“His ex-girlfriend!” I shout from where I stand. “He’s trying to kidnap me!”
“Oh—uh, hello, Jenny.” Bill waves a hand, but looks utterly confused. Poor man.
“Listen, I need you to take us to the Bellagio. Make sure my guards are there waiting. I want her to be taken through another entrance, guarded of course. I’ll walk through the front, handle the crowd there, since I won’t be doing it here.”
Bill nods. “Of course, Mr. Davenport. I’ll be right on it.” Bill looks my way as he opens the door for Drake.
Drake starts to climbs in, but looks back at me.
I stare ahead like they’re both idiots.
“Miss Jenny… will you be coming along for the ride?” Bill inquires.
“Yes,” Drake calls.
“No,” I hiss.
Bill tries his hardest not to frown. He looks back at Drake and Drake releases a long sigh. “Mr. Davenport, I am a little confused now.”
“She’s coming,” Drake mutters gruffly. “Jenny, don’t make me haul your ass in this truck.”
Bill steps back, fighting a smile, almost like he’s imagining that very thing happening.
Oh my gosh. I’m so embarrassed.
I don’t budge, though. I can’t. I’m standing my ground. I want to talk to him, but at the same time I should get back to my room, check in with Shane.
He’s probably worried now. I told him I’d be at the bar for the remainder of the night. He’s going to pitch a fit if I don’t end up getting to him soon.
My phone buzzes again. I take it out and check it. Speaking of the devil. It’s Shane.
“Any day now, Jenny!” Drake’s voice is like a foghorn.
I ignore him, and also ignore the call. I shoot Shane a quick text instead, letting him know I’m exploring the hotel with Kylie. Totally lying, so I hope he doesn’t end up bumping into her tonight.
I hear the crunching of gravel, heavy footsteps, and when I look up, Drake is coming my way. His jaw is fixed, his flashy green eyes hard on me. He swoops me up in his arms in one swift manner, and I yelp from the suddenness.
“Drake—stop. I was coming!”
“Not fast enough.”
“God, you’re still so impatient.” I huff, helplessly clinging to him, now more afraid of falling than being glued to my ex-lover.
“I hope you know you won’t be texting that fucker while you’re with me.”
He slides into the car with me on his lap. When I realize I am safe and not inches above ground, I scramble off of him.
Bill shuts the door as I nestle in my seat, my gaze hard on Drake’s.
I am completely flustered. I feel my face growing hot. I can’t hide any of my damn emotions. I suck at being angry and feeling oh-so-betrayed.
“What is wrong with you? You think you can just kidnap me, and then tell me who I can and can’t text while I’m with you?” I pucker my brows. “I think all of this fame has made you completely delusional.”