Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
God, I didn’t do that for him. I didn’t do that for anyone but myself.
As I get outside and head toward the car that’ll take me to the hotel tonight, I start to slow down. Realization hits me, nice and hard.
Two things. First, I just publicly dumped Jasper. That’s going to be all over the blogs, and holy shit, it’s going to be insane.
But second, and more important, is I just did something entirely for myself. All because I felt like doing it, without regard to how it would make me look.
And I like it. I smile to myself and hurry to the car. Graham slips in after me, but we don’t speak to each other, and I don’t meet his gaze.
I don’t care what he thinks. I just did that for me, and it felt damn good.
I spend so much time doing things for my image, for my team, for my fame. I barely ever stop to wonder what I want and what I need.
Now though, I did something for me.
Slowly, I look over at Graham. He meets my gaze, not smiling, eyes hot with something.
And I know what else I want. What else I need.
Something just for me.
12
Graham
We ride back to the hotel in silence. She doesn’t look at me, and I don’t try to say anything.
I told her not to do that. I don’t want what we have going on to fuck with her career, but maybe that’s not why she did it. I mean, I think everything’s always about me, but the way that went down…
She seemed angry. Genuinely angry at the guy.
We get back to the hotel and I escort her up to her room. I’m glad that little fuck Jasper is gone and I wish I could’ve beaten the fuck out of him for what he said. But there were too many phones out, ready to snap a picture. Hitting that asshole would’ve only made things worse for Katie.
But god damn, did I want to. Shit, not hitting him is like a miracle for me. I guess she brings out the best parts of me.
Or at least the non-violent parts, even though those are few and far between.
I take her up to her door and she looks at me. “Thanks,” she mumbles. She unlocks her door and goes to slip inside.
I grab her wrist. “Wait,” I say.
She looks at me. “What? Want to tell me I shouldn’t have done that?”
I flinch a little. “No,” I say.
“Then what?”
I pull her toward me. She looks surprised when I kiss her.
We kiss for a second, but she breaks it off, looking around the hall. “Don’t do that again,” she warns me.
I smirk at her. “Or else what?”
“Or else…” She trails off. “Just don’t, okay? I’m not in the mood.”
“You’re always in the mood for me, little princess.”
“Cut it out.”
I stare at her for a second, face softening. I was just trying to lighten her mood a bit but I can see that’s not happening.
“Listen, I know what you did back there was hard. I’m sorry it went down like that.”
“Yeah,” she says, sounding tired. “Me too.”
“Invite me into your room.”
She bites her lip. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you want to. Invite me in.”
She hesitates only a second longer before sighing. She turns away and leaves the door open for me to follow.
I step in behind her and let the door shut.
I follow her into the room. It’s a suite, like all the others. One main living room area, little kitchen spot to the side, couches, TV, that sort of thing. The bedroom is in the back and she goes right for it.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she says.
I slowly follow her back. I stop in the doorway and watch as she unzips her dress and shimmies out of it.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I’m struck all over again at her smooth skin, perky tits, tight ass. She’s exquisite in every sense of the word.
She turns to me, wearing just a bra and panties, her body tight and begging for me.
“I’ve wanted to do something like that for myself for a long time,” she says softly.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “That was for yourself?”
“Fuck, yes, it was,” she says fiercely.
I frown a little, surprised. “Good for you then,” I say. “You listen to my cousin too much.”
She shrugs. “It’s what I do. I’m the famous one, right? I have to keep up the fame, or else…” She trails off.
“Or else what?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “It all goes away, I guess.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“I don’t know.” She steps toward me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, way before we met. I’ve been wondering why I keep doing this. I mean, I remember why I started.”
“Why’d you start?”
“Because I wanted to be famous,” she says, laughing. “And I wanted to be a singer and a star and all that stuff. Then I got it all, and way more, and now…” She shrugs and shakes her head, beautiful hair spilling around her shoulders.