Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He was drunk on sex and her submission and her weirdness. Yeah, she was weird as fuck, and damn but that did something for him.
“I like her. I think she’s awesome. The way she took out that drone with a baseball was amazing,” Jared said with a chuckle over the low thud of industrial music.
“Yeah, that made the news. Fuckers managed to get just enough footage to see her face,” he admitted. The footage had come out right before they’d left for the club. One of the big tabloids had posted it on their website. The photographer was suing, yadda yadda. He didn’t give a shit, but it was going to put her squarely in the spotlight and he didn’t like that. “And they got your face, too. Did I thank you for providing the baseball?”
Jared grinned, either not hearing the edge to his tone or completely ignoring it. With him, it could be either. “You’re welcome. I thought about doing it myself, but I kind of wanted to see what she could do. Your girl is solid, man. That was a fastball for the ages.”
And one that put Kayla squarely on the press’s radar. For two weeks, she’d managed to stay in the background, walking into restaurants with Shane or Dec, who would deliver her to a private room. There were plenty of photos of him meeting superproducer Sullivan Roarke at Nobu, but not a single one of her. He’d considered it a real accomplishment. “You know they caught you tossing that to her from across the balcony. How often do you meet her out there in the mornings?”
Jared’s brows rose. “I work out in the mornings, Josh. You know that. You used to come over and work out with me until you started needing a ton of beauty sleep. I talk to her because it would be rude not to. She’s out on your balcony. I’m on mine. Am I supposed to ignore her?”
He hated this feeling. Yeah, this was the shoe that would eventually drop, his gut-churning possessiveness. It was why he tried hard not to get this way about people. Still, he didn’t seem to have control of his mouth tonight. “Is that really the reason you spend so much time with her? You’re trying to be polite?”
“I like her. She’s crazy. She talks to the dolphins and she’s got this seal she’s decided is her friend,” Jared said with a long sigh. “How am I supposed to ignore that? I find her highly entertaining and she’s given me some good tips. Do you know what we talk about?”
He could only guess. Jared would be “talking” with his shirt off. He never wore a fucking shirt when he worked out. “Your abs?”
“Sarah. We talk about Sarah and the fact that she’s never going to forgive me,” Jared explained.
“That doesn’t sound like Kay,” he murmured, feeling like shit. This was what his inner caveman did. He fought when he didn’t have to. He was constantly looking for the battle, for the next person who would try to take his stuff and leave him with nothing.
Inner caveman? Fuck. That was his inner street kid.
“Oh, Kay thinks I can get her back, but she’s optimistic about a lot of things,” Jared replied, seeming to settle, as though he knew the danger had passed. “She thinks I should throw it all away for love.”
“What?”
“She thinks I should walk away from the Hollywood thing and move to Dallas and spend all my time trying to win back a woman I haven’t even slept with,” Jared admitted. “It’s funny but talking to Kay made me realize I’m never going to get that woman. She saw me at my worst, and that’s all she’ll ever see. She’ll see my best friend trying to kill her and me begging and pleading. She’s not going to see me as a man again.”
“That is absolutely not what Kayla would have told you.” Because Jared was right. She was incredibly optimistic. She was a weird combination of Disney princess and superhot assassin chick. There was a small part of him that wanted to see what she would do and say if he walked her down a red carpet full of reporters. Would she simply smile and wave and act the part? And how would she answer the age-old question every woman got on that carpet?
Who are you wearing tonight, Ms. Summers? Ryan Seacrest would ask, shoving a microphone in her face.
Well, Ryan, tonight I’m wearing something I got in Beverly Hills, a shit ton of diamonds, two SIG Sauers, a couple of blades, and a butt plug my Master gave me for being a brat. Thanks for asking.
Yeah, he wasn’t sure Hollywood was ready for his girl yet.
Jared waved him off. “Nah, she says shit about how I can bring her around. But the last time I managed to get Sarah to talk to me she told me the only shot I had with her was if I happened to be the last man on earth, and then and only then would she consider seeing me again, and only because she was a very social person and would be lonely. So, I think that sums it up. It’s time for me to move on. Time to forget about her. Hey, there are lots of fish in the sea.”