Protecting Mr Fine – The Billionaire Brotherhood Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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Surely this was like that. Just because Bear could see why I’d been voted Sexiest Man Alive didn’t mean he found me sexy himself.

He wouldn’t.

Of course he wouldn’t.

Not if he was straight like I assumed he was—like everyone except possibly Landry assumed he was.

But… what if he wasn’t?

That night, I fell asleep fantasizing about what it would be like if he wasn’t straight. I imagined the two of us on a secluded beach with Bear in nothing but a tiny scrap of a swimsuit and the sun lovingly lighting up all of the hard planes of his body. I imagined rubbing sunscreen into his warm skin, fingers skating over firm, muscled bumps and the dark fur of his happy trail…

But somehow, the scene turned strange and dark. An old, rusted fishing vessel bobbed offshore, and the screech of metal on metal split the air every time the captain lowered the booms with the nets into the water.

“They’ll catch something alright,” an old woman said from down the beach. A cigarillo bobbed between her lips as she spoke. “Mark my words. They’ll catch him. String him up like a trophy in town.”

Did they mean a trophy fish? I tried to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. Suddenly, I was in a crowded train station, and I couldn’t remember where I was going or which train I needed. I frantically searched the large board overhead in hopes something would jog my memory. People jostled me as they sped past on their way to various platforms. I looked around to find Bear because he would know which train we needed.

“Bear?” I called for him, but no noise came out of my mouth. “Bear!” I tried again and again, but nothing happened. Floods of people moved past me, knocking me first one way and then the other. Someone over a loudspeaker announced the final boarding call for a flight to White Plains. Another voice came on to announce a correction that the flight was actually to Scottsdale. I glanced around to see if anyone else was wondering why they were announcing flights instead of trains, but no one seemed to notice or care.

Was I at an airport? Wasn’t I supposed to be at a train station? Surely my train was here, and I was going to miss it. I looked around for Bear again and spotted Landry across the station. He waved and pointed to the board over my head.

You’re going to be late, he mouthed. Hurry.

“I’m lost!” I shouted, no longer worried about what people would think of me making a scene. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to go!”

This time, the sound came out, but all I heard was my voice shouting, “Bear!” over and over again until I could barely breathe.

“Shhh. I’m here, baby. Shhh. I’ve got you.”

Strong arms grabbed me and pulled me close. Bear’s familiar scent surrounded me. I felt safe. I was no longer alone. Bear would figure out where I needed to go. Bear would take charge and make sure everything was okay. I let myself relax into his embrace.

A vague embarrassment tried to slither into my subconscious, but I was too relieved to feel it.

“Bear,” I breathed. “I don’t know which train. Which platform. Which city.”

His fingers brushed through my hair. “You don’t need to take the train right now. Just sleep.”

I slowed my breathing down. “Are you sure? Everyone is catching a train… or-or a plane. We’re going to be late. For the show?” It was probably a show. We were always on our way to another show.

“No show right now. Just rest time. Maybe you can work on that new song you’ve been humming.”

Faint traces of chords replayed in my memory, a tune I’d been working on but hadn’t had the words to yet. “I’d like that. Need to write it down.”

“Not right now. Right now… will you sing ‘The Solo Hour’ for me?”

Bear loved that one. I’d caught sight of him once backstage, singing along with his eyes closed. I would have teased him about it, but then he might have realized he’d had his eyes closed, and he would have felt like he’d fallen down on the job.

Since there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for him if he asked me, I began singing softly.

After the lights and the cheers

Even after all these years

No one walks with me

Across the deep wide sea

Of empty seats.

I sing to you,

You,

You,

And you…

But when it ends,

I walk home to me.

After the final bow,

After the lights go out

I turn around

And glide into the solo hour…

I hummed the guitar riff, my fingers ghosting over invisible strings.

I’m coming home,

Home to me.

Alone with me.

A place to be,

A place to breathe.

Alone with me.

In the solo hour.

The slow tempo and soft tone did its magic and soothed me deeper into sleep. I felt the ghost of Bear’s arms around me. Smelled traces of him on my pillow. Heard the soft caress of his voice calling me baby.


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