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)
“Why?” he asks, and I don’t have a chance to answer him because it’s our turn to order. “What do you want?”
“I’ll take a small vanilla cone,” I say, and then he orders the same.
“Hi.” I hear a soft voice beside us and see a teenage girl standing there shaking. “Can I get a picture?”
He looks at me, and I just smile at the girl. “Let me take it,” I offer as she hands me her phone.
“I’m a huge fan,” the girl says as she stands next to Romeo, who just smiles. I take the picture and then hand her back the phone.
“I took a couple,” I tell her, and she thanks us before walking away. The girl is holding my cone for me. I step up and grab it as a drop of it falls on my hand. I’m about to bring it to my mouth when he bends his head and sucks it clean, then kisses me. I can’t help but laugh at him as he kisses me and another drop of ice cream falls on my hand. “If you don’t stop,” I tell him, “I’ll be a sticky mess.”
“I like you sticky.” He winks at me, and it’s my turn to glare at him as he goes to get his ice cream cone.
I shake my head and lick the side of the ice cream cone while he licks his side. As we walk back to his car, he puts his arm around my shoulders. “Let me taste yours,” he says, leaning and licking my cone.
“It is the same as yours.” I laugh at him as he licks and then kisses me.
His lips are sticky as he smiles and then kisses me again. “But yours always taste better than mine.”
I shake my head as he starts the car and makes his way back to my house. I’m looking out the window and thinking that today has been a really fucking great day. I get out of the car, the napkin the ice cream cone was in now squished in my hand. “What did you want for dinner?” I look over at him when he walks around the car toward me, and I just shrug my shoulders.
“What are my options?” I smile at him, and he just laughs as I open the front door and step inside.
“Whatever your heart desires,” he replies, and I turn on him, pushing him against the door he just closed.
I place my hands on his chest, feeling the heat coming out of his shirt before I press myself against him. “My heart desires your cock in my mouth.” I bite his chin, and I can see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “Then my heart would desire your mouth on me.” I kiss him softly on his neck, feeling his heart beating even faster. “Can you give me what my heart desires?”
I see him swallow, and then he’s about to say something when his phone rings in his back pocket. “If that isn’t a sign,” he jokes, reaching for the phone, “I don’t know what is.” He looks down at the phone, and I see the name Kristina. My heart sinks in my chest. “I think I’ve been saved by the bell,” he says, pressing the speaker button.
“I thought I told you to take time off,” he barks at the woman who huffs back.
“I thought you said you were going to lie low,” the woman hisses, “not galavant all over Texas.”
He laughs, looking at me. “This is my assistant, Kristina,” he says out loud. “I’m with Gabriella, and you are on speakerphone.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kristina says. “I’m assuming this is the woman in the pictures with you?”
I look from the phone back up to him, and I see the confusion on his face as well. “What pictures?” he asks, and my body turns cold as I feel the blood leave my body.
I’m about to ask what pictures also when my phone starts to go off, one ping after another, I look down, seeing it’s the girl cousin chat.
Vivienne:
Someone has some explaining to do.
She has attached a link to the website The Hollywood Daily Dish & Scoops, and I press on it. Everything stops when I read the headlines:
Romeo Beckett Caught with a New Flavor of the Month, and It’s None Other than Hockey Royalty.
The picture is of us in the gondola and then another one of us at the ice cream shop. The picture is of him sucking the ice cream off my hand and then looking back at me.
“Oh my God,” I say when my phone pings.
Franny:
Does this mean she’s Juliet now?
Alex:
That isn’t even a funny joke. But the question is like how?
Franny:
That is not the question I want to know. The question is how is his.
She puts a picture of an eggplant.