Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
But the idea of a life without him is even scarier.
Especially after last night and the way he made love to me.
It wasn’t just sex.
In a way, it felt as if he were trying to convey so much with his body that he wasn’t able to put into words.
And I felt the same.
There was so much I wanted to say.
And couldn’t.
If he’s willing to make a go of it, then everything will have to change. I’ll film the upcoming season, but then I’m done. I want off the show. I’ll finish college and work on my music.
My life has never felt farther away from LA and my family as it does at this moment.
And it’s freeing.
Almost like a thousand-pound weight has been lifted from my chest and I can finally draw fresh air into my lungs.
Just as I step into the lobby, my cell rings, breaking the silence that has settled around me. My father’s name flashes across the screen. That’s all it takes for a shiver of dread to scamper down my spine. It’s almost as if he can sense over the miles that everything is about to change.
It’s a little unsettling.
Instead of picking up the call, I send it to voicemail. As tempting as it is to tell him that I’m done, I need to discuss the matter with Colby first.
We can make decisions together.
Like a married couple should.
A flutter of excitement wings its way to life inside my belly.
I return the slim device to the pocket of Colby’s hoodie before pushing through the door and into the bright sunshine. The warmth feels good on my face as the cool air slaps at my cheeks. Lost in thought, I end up slamming into a hard body. Hands lock around my upper arms to hold me in place.
“I’m so—”
The apology dies a quick death on my lips as I glance up and find myself staring into a familiar face.
“Hello, Bebe.”
32
COLBY
With a stretch, I roll onto my side, only to find the bed empty and the sheets cool to my touch.
That’s disappointing.
After last night, all I want to do is sink inside Britt’s warmth.
I know that we need to talk.
But still…
I was hoping to make love to her one more time before we sit down for a conversation, and she tells me that our relationship is over. It’s like I’m trying to gorge myself, but no matter how much I have it’ll never be enough.
I’ll always be left wanting more.
Even though I’m reluctant to face what today will bring, I roll from the bed and force my feet into movement. Maybe she’s in the kitchen, whipping up some grub.
A bon voyage breakfast of sorts.
As disturbing as that image is, it’s one that makes me snort. What I’ve learned about Britt in the short time we’ve been together is that she knows absolutely nothing about cooking, and she has zero interest in learning.
And you know what?
That’s fine with me.
Guess it’ll be one of my selling points as to why she should keep my ass around.
I stumble to a halt.
Holy shit. Is that what my life has come to?
I have to convince someone that I’m worth staying married to?
I shake my head before dragging a hand through my mussed hair.
It’s like I entered a parallel universe when I wasn’t looking. One where nothing makes a damn bit of sense.
Except when Britt and I are together.
Then, it makes perfect sense.
I yank open a drawer and snag a pair of boxers before hauling them up my hips and over my thighs.
When she first made room in her dresser, I’d thought that was a positive sign of things to come.
Now?
Not so much.
I glance around for the sweatshirt from last night but can’t find it.
Hmmm.
Weird.
To be fair, clothing was thrown all over the damn place. It could be anywhere.
I gravitate to the closet and pull out a different one and then a pair of gray sweatpants before walking into the short hallway and peeking in the living area, only to find it empty.
Well, damn.
She’s not here either.
My brows pinch together.
Where the hell did she go?
I beeline to the window in the living room that overlooks the parking lot to check for her sleek little Audi. She usually parks in the same spot and it’s still there.
So…she didn’t just take off on me.
That should be comforting, but it’s not.
Just as I’m about to swing around for my phone, my attention gets snagged by a couple loitering on the sidewalk.
My eyes narrow.
I’d recognize Britt’s caramel-colored hair anywhere.
And some slick-looking dude has his arms wrapped around her.
Are they hugging?
I smash my face against the glass, attempting to get a better look.
Who the hell is that guy?
And why does he have his hands on what belongs to me?
I scour his face. I’m pretty sure I don’t recognize the dude from campus, but there’s something oddly familiar about him.