Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
This is not going to plan.
* * *
Three hours later, and I’m reading my book on the plane. The engine is droning out all sound. On a normal trip I would be fast asleep by now.
“Are you still angry with me?” Spencer whispers.
“I’m not angry with you,” I say, deadpan, my eyes firmly on my book. I’m not even reading, I’m too mad to see the words. I have no idea how I’m going to explain this situation to my father and Edward once they see this story. What’s worse is that this is exactly what they didn’t want to happen. I feel like a fool knowing everyone thinks he’s playing up on me, even though I know that’s not true.
“You seem like you’re angry with me. You’re not exactly being friendly. You haven’t said a word in three hours.”
I look at him deadpan. “I am allowed to be angry with a situation. The whole world doesn’t revolve around you, you know.”
He widens his eyes. “Jeez.” He thinks for a moment. “Is this your PMT talking?”
I stare at him.
“I mean, what would you say to me if you didn’t have those bitch hormones running through your blood right now?”
Steam shoots from ears once more, this man can’t be that stupid, surely.
“What I would say to you is shut the hell up.”
He chuckles and lifts my hand to kiss the back of it. “You’re hot when you’re angry, Prescott.”
I exhale heavily and turn back to my book.
“You know it’s not true, right?”
“Yes.”
“So why are you still mad with me?”
“Because I look like a fool.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“But we know the truth.” He frowns.
“Nobody else does.”
He exhales heavily. “Why are you so worried about what everyone else thinks? Care about what I think.”
I stare at him for a moment. “Okay, what do you think?”
“I think these people who work for the media and the magazines are idiots, and like I told you before, half of the shit they put out there is completely fabricated.”
“A picture tells a thousand words.”
“But does it? I’ve even been photographed with Seb’s girlfriends in the past and been in the stupid tabloids for it.”
“Why do they target you? I don’t understand why they target you specifically.” I do actually. He’s gorgeous, wealthy, and has enough boyish charm to light up the world… but I’m not letting him know that.
He shrugs. “It started about five years ago when I dated a girl who also happened to be a model. It was her they were after, and they got a few images of us together. Then I met another girl who, unbeknown to me, was an actress. We were photographed leaving a club together and they just assumed I was seeing both woman at the same time. That’s when they began this whole love rat bullshit.”
“Were you seeing both women at the same time?”
He smirks. “Possibly, but each of them knew we weren’t exclusive and they were seeing other people, too.”
I stare out the window and a wave of disappointment runs through me. Unable to stop it from happening, my eyes fill with tears.
“Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around me. “Don’t be upset.”
“This isn’t how I wanted to announce my first relationship to my family, Spence,” I whisper.
“I know, baby.” I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder. “It’s shitty.” He kisses my temple. “But don’t let this crap affect our relationship. I don’t care what everyone else thinks, I don’t care if they hate me, but if I lose you because of shitty lies from people who don’t even know me…” His voice trails off.
He’s right. This isn’t his fault.
“Can we start the weekend again, please?” I ask hopefully.
He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with empathy. “We can do anything you want, angel.”
* * *
The car pulls into the private garage and I hunch my shoulders in excitement.
We’re in Santorini, Greece.
“Your villa is two doors down from ours. You have your own pool,” Spence tells the boys. “The key is in the mail box at the side.”
“Thank you.” They both smile, and I think that, secretly, they’re just as excited as me.
I love how Spencer always books their things and looks after their welfare, making sure they are well looked after. They have taken to him well and look to him for guidance now. It means a lot to me, and it says a lot about the type of man Spencer is.
“We’ll just check out your place first, if that’s okay?” Anthony asks.
“Of course.”
The boys grab our bags and then disappear inside, leaving me to bounce around in the car. I can’t remember ever being this excited. Spencer opens my door and holds his hand out for me to take.
“You ready, angel?” His face is alive with mischief, and I already know the place he’s booked is incredible.