Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Hayden looks to Hendrix. “I’m going to talk to a few people and see what we can add to be sure he’s not a threat to anyone else.”
“Thank you, Van,” Lucille says timidly. “And thank you to you fellas.”
She walks away, leaving us alone, and I turn to Hendrix. “So now what? It doesn’t make much sense to unpack that stuff. What do you think I should do?”
He shrugs. “You can do whatever you want, baby girl. I told you I’ll do anything you want and I meant that.”
“Okay. Let’s leave the furniture and I can bring my stuff to your house?” I ask him.
“Sounds like a great idea to me,” he says with a quick kiss.
Hendrix and his brothers head inside to get my stuff, and I decide to put in a call to my brother. Brody answers almost immediately.
“Hey, Van. What’s up?” he asks.
“A whole lot. So, I’m seeing somebody.”
“Okay.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Is that all you have to say? Okay? Where’s the interrogation? The how old is he? What does he do for a living? Where are his parents? What kind of family does he come from?”
Brody laughs a little himself this time. “Van, I choose not to answer questions I already know the answer to.”
“What do you know?” I ask with curiosity beaming.
“I know that when I brought you to the office months ago, Hendrix mentioned wanting to take you out. We hashed out our differences back then. He’s a good guy, Van, and I know he’ll protect you and take good care of you. I like not having to worry about you when I’m traveling around … Wait, hold on a second,” he says and shouts at someone near him, “Don’t be a brat, Bridge. I told you to wait so you’re going to wait, dammit.”
“What the hell is a brat bridge?”
“Bridge is short for Bridgette who is absolutely being a spoiled brat,” he sighs heavily. “My client seems to think that just because she’s a brand new adult on a multimillion-dollar worldwide press tour for this movie premier, she can tell me how to do my job.”
“Oh. It sounds like you have your hands full.”
“Yeah, but I’m happy for you, Van. Let him take care of you, okay?” Brody says and we end the call with a promise to talk again in a few days.
It’s crazy to think how fast all of this is happening. I don’t want to imagine my life or dealing with Roy if I never thought to call Hendrix after losing my keys. This is the best thing to ever happen to me, and I can’t wait to see what’s next.
The next few days have me settling into Hendrix’s place, and it only makes me realize that I don’t have much to bring into his life. The weight of this all sits on my shoulders like a boulder.
Even after everything is put in a place that blends our lives seamlessly, I can’t help but wonder what I can add to his life. Hendrix arrives home around the same time every night. I make sure dinner is made, and sometimes, he takes me out to eat or to a movie.
We fall into a rhythm, but he can tell that something’s off with me. “Baby girl, you want to tell me what’s bothering you?”
“I feel like a leech. I don’t even know what I want to do with my life, let alone how to add to yours,” I finally say the words aloud. While it’s a weight lifted, I don’t know what he’s going to say about it.
He pulls me into his massive arms, reaching around and scooping me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I can’t stop the smile spreading across my lips. “You can’t just think sex is going to make me feel better.”
“I know, baby girl. It’s just a start,” he says with a mischievous grin. “Seriously, I want to show you something.”
“I’ve seen that, and I have to tell you that as much as I love your cock inside of me and out, it’s not the future I had in mind.”
He puts me down, swatting me on the ass, and saying, “Go throw something on and hurry up. I want to take you somewhere and show you what I’ve been working on. It might help you feel better about what you add to my life.”
I do as he tells me and throw some clothes on for him to drive us back to the apartment building. Weeks have gone by and I have no idea what this place has left for me.
When we head inside the old apartment, it’s empty except for dozens of candles lighting the place in a soft amber light. My heart swells at how beautiful it all looks.
“What is going on?” I ask him.