Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “Take me for a ride, Mr. Hollywood,” she urged, and I kicked back the stand and revved the bike. She leaned forward and did not in fact hold on to me. No, she held on to my jacket.
I zigzagged through traffic until I got on the winding road that led to the beach. It was a ride I made often. It was a ride I took when I needed to clear my head. The wind blew my hair back as I looked behind me to make sure she was okay. The smile on her face told me she was fine, so I pushed the bike a bit faster until I rode into this little secluded parking lot. I turned the bike off before I felt her let go of my jacket. My hand braced tight as she disembarked from the bike.
“That was probably the best ride I’ve ever been on,” she stated as she took off the helmet, and again, didn’t bitch that her hair was ruined. “Where are we?” she asked as I got off the bike.
“A little secret place I know,” I replied as I held out my hand, waiting for her to give me back the helmet.
“So where you take all your conquests?” she joked as she handed me the helmet.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her as I slipped my hand into hers. “See that tree over there?” I pointed over at the big oak tree. “That is where I make a mark for every conquest I bring here.”
Her eyes went big and I couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore. “I’m kidding.”
I pulled her toward the beach and she stopped just as I stepped on the sand. When I looked over, I expected to have to persuade her to come with me, but instead she had slipped off her shoes and bent to hold them in her hands. She surprised me at every single turn as she stepped onto the sand. “I’ve never been to this beach before,” she said as we walked into the darkness, the sound of the roaring waves in the distance. Houses started to come into view. “Is this private property?” she whispered as we walked in the back of one.
“We will find out,” is the only thing I said before I stopped and sat down. I held up my hand to help her sit but she just got onto her knees and sat beside me. “You aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met before.”
She laughed loudly and then put her hand in front of her mouth. “Well, I guess if that is the only compliment you give me tonight…” She leaned back on her hands as she stretched out her legs. “I’ll take it.” She looked over at me.
“What are you doing in LA?” I asked her instead of doing what I wanted to do, and that was kiss the hell out of her.
“School,” she replied as she looked out into the blackness of the sea. “I’m majoring in photography.”
I couldn’t even hide my shock to that. “I thought you were going to say acting or modeling.”
She shook her head. “Nope, I’m the one behind the camera.” She finally looked over at me. “What about you, Romeo? I take it you are the one in front of the camera.”
I didn’t even try to pace myself or take my time; instead I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened for my tongue and it was as if I was zapped with electric shocks. My hand came up to hold her face. She turned into me, and in a blink of an eye she had straddled my lap.
“This is much better,” she said with a smirk, right before she kissed me.
The memory makes me smile and miss her even more. I slide open the shade in the bedroom, noticing it’s already a sunny day outside. I finish in the bathroom before I pick up the phone by my bed, pressing the room service button. The phone rings once before it’s picked up by a cheerful woman. “Good morning, Mr. Beckett.”
“Good morning,” I mumble. “Can I get a pot of coffee and some fresh orange juice?”
“Would you like anything to eat?” she asks.
“Sure, two eggs, over easy, would be good with white bread.”
“I’ll get that right up to you,” she responds. I hang up the phone before walking over and grabbing my jeans from the floor, when I hear my phone ringing.
Walking over to it, I see it’s Kristina. “Good morning,” I answer, sitting down on the couch in the living room area.
“Why are you so chipper this morning?” Kristina asks, and I can hear her moving around on her side of the phone.
“It’s a nice sunny day and I don’t have to work,” I joke with her as I look out the window. The last six months have been the most painstaking I’ve ever been through. Shooting seven days a week, sometimes up to sixteen or seventeen hours a day, wore me down. To be honest, when I heard they were making this movie, I had to beg to be included. No one really wanted to take me on since I was in a less critical role, one everyone assumed I got because I was my father’s son. What they didn’t know, or didn’t even care to report, was I had to work twice as hard to prove that I was the right person for the role. It’s one thing to play a frat boy turned lawyer, it’s another thing to play a Navy SEAL who fights for their country and then dies at the hands of his best friend. The script was amazing, and the location shooting was some of the best I’ve seen. I spent so much time with the director and the producer that now I knew what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to just act in a movie, I wanted to create it. I wanted to bring my visions to life. It came to me in the middle of the night while we were on location, and everything sort of clicked into place. Well, almost everything. “What can I do for you?”