Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“That is my world,” he continues. “I hear music in my head. I can play any instrument because I can hear it in here.” He motions to his head. “But when I’m with you…” He looks out the window, then back at me, his eyes almost black with a fury that ensnares me as my heart starts to bleed. “When I’m with you, it’s gone, baby. I know you love me, Gia.” He rubs his heart as if it hurts. “That’s why I got on the plane. You’re mine. My muse, my fucking lifeline. And if I wake up one morning and I can’t get out of bed, I know you’ll be there to hold me through it.”
I cover my mouth and nod, realizing how strong and tortured he truly is, how me leaving him brought up all his abandonment issues with his mom.
“I will always be there.” I don’t care that I’m crying, or that I’m still naked. I climb onto his lap and straddle him as I kiss his face, his eyes, his mouth.
“I love you. I always have.” I smile at him, not caring that I can barely see him through all my tears. “And if you go crazy, Rhys, I’ll go crazy with you.”
He grabs my face with both hands. “You’re gonna marry me.” When he brings my lips to his, I cling to him, letting his mouth and love pour into me.
“Of course, I am,” I say into his warm lips. “I told you that when I was seven.”
He frowns as I watch the play of emotions on his face.
“Christ, you did, didn’t you?” He laughs and slaps my ass just as Ace’s voice carries back to us.
“Granger, we’re here. I’m gonna try to clear the lobby.”
“Thanks, brother,” he yells as I crawl off of him to grab my red dress, slipping it over my head.
“Feel better?”
I nod. We both look like we’ve been through hell and back.
“You need to trust me. I want it all with you. But right now, I want to order room service, fuck, and sleep. Can we do that?” He pulls me onto his lap again, and I rest my head on his chest.
“I can feel your heart beating.” I look up at him.
He flashes me that grin that I’ve decided is only mine. “Of course, you can. It beats for you.”
He opens the door and I step out. We both look down at my bare feet, and I squeal when he lifts me into his arms. He smiles at the small crowd of paparazzi waiting for us. Snuggling against his neck, I let him carry me inside.
He’s tortured, talented, and fierce. And I will love him until the day I die.
RHYS
One year later
TCL Chinese Theatre, Hollywood, California
The limo stops and we wait for the valet to remove the cones so the driver can drop us off at the entrance. I squeeze her hand. She looks over at me and my heart does its usual burn for her. I’ve given up on trying to curb my hunger for Gia.
My craving for her grows daily, but tonight belongs to her. The torrent of flashing bulbs and studio lighting illuminates the night. But all I see is her stunning face as she sits in a gown that makes her look almost too beautiful to be real.
I’d planned for us take the Cadillac SUV, but when she came down our stairs in that dress, I had Ace get the limo.
It’s couture, apparently. Her designer friend Alberto made it especially for her and for this night.
Shut Your Muff, our documentary, is premiering tonight. I peer out the window. As with anything concerning Hunter Falcon, it’s a huge fucking event. The red carpet runs all the way down Hollywood Boulevard, for fuck’s sake.
I reach into my suit jacket and pull out my black sunglasses.
Gia snaps her compact shut after fixing her lipstick. There was no way I wasn’t going to fuck her in that dress. As soon as the door shut, the dress was over her head and I fucked her from behind. It’s my cock’s job to relieve all her stress, and this is a big night for her.
“Rhys, I swear to God, knock it off.” She looks at me and I adjust my dick. When I think about her freshly waxed pink pussy, it grows hard again.
“Stop.” She laughs, but her eyes narrow while watching me rub my cock.
“They’re going to open the door,” she warns, licking her lips and looking out at the screaming insanity that is our lives.
If fucking Axel and Antoinette weren’t sitting with us tonight, I’d finger fuck her in the dark theater. Just slip my hand up her leg and into her slick, swollen cunt that’s stuffed full of my seed. Rub her clit and watch her come undone while everyone else is enthralled in the film. But alas, Gia insisted they come since Axel is in it, and apparently, it’s his job to support her.