Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Wanting to zoom in on them, I walk over to the side of the open stage where I’ll have a better view. I’m not paying attention, solely focusing on the band, so when I bump into someone, I’m a bit taken aback.
“Well, look who it is,” Sam York slurs. He’s too big to be performing tonight, so he must be in Miami partying for the Fourth of July weekend. He stumbles toward me, and I immediately retreat, not at all comfortable with being around him alone.
“C’mon, baby doll,” he says, getting me into a corner before I can get away. “We can take this somewhere private, and I can make all of your problems go away.” With his bloodshot eyes and slow movements, it’s clear he’s drunk and high—so, pretty much the norm for him.
“Not happening,” I say, glancing around and wishing someone would walk over here. That’s what I get for stepping away from everyone to get a better video of the band performing.
“Ahh, so I see you’re still the same cock tease you were while you were working for me,” he hisses.
Realizing my phone is still in my hand—and live—instead of shutting him down, again, I take the opportunity to set shit straight. The phone isn’t facing him, so nobody can see us, but they can hear what we’re saying.
“Really, Sam?” I say, making a point to speak his name. “Thought I was the one who sexually assaulted you? Now I’m a tease? Which is it? I can’t be both.”
And... like the drunk and sloppy dumbass he is, he falls right into my trap. “You’re such a fucking cock tease little bitch. I’ve seen the pictures of you and that trashy rocker. Is that what gets you wet? A guy like—”
Before he can finish his accusation, he’s being shoved against the wall by Braxton.
“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to her like that?”
Shit! They must’ve finished performing. “Brax, stop!” I say, pulling him by his arm. “Don’t do this. Not now,” I plead.
With my phone still live, we can’t chance that being recorded. Thankfully, he listens and lets go of Sam, who cackles like an idiot, thinking he’s won.
Wrong. So fucking wrong.
“Hey, Sam,” I say, pointing the phone at him. “Say hello to everyone... We’re live. And thousands just heard everything.”
“You fucking bitch!” He steps forward like he’s going to come after me, but Gage steps in front of him.
“Back the fuck up before I fuck you up.”
And with that, I end the live.
“Sorry,” I say to Braxton once we’re away from Sam. “I didn’t mean to use your page...”
“Hey, fuck that.” He puts his arm around me and pulls me into his side, kissing my temple. “I’m glad you got that shit on camera. He deserves it.”
“Yeah, he does,” Declan agrees. “And now that the truth is out, your reputation will be cleared.”
“Working with musicians is exhausting,” I say half-jokingly. “After this tour, I’m planning to find a nice boring office job in marketing and advertising.”
Since it’s almost nine thirty, we make our way out of the festival and go back to the house so we can watch the fireworks from there. We have the perfect balcony overlooking the water, so Braxton and I say good night to everyone and head up to our room.
Just as we open the French doors, the first firework goes off, bright reds and blues exploding in the dark sky. I step up to the railing, and Braxton cages me in from behind, his arms wrapping around me and his hands landing on top of mine. I glance down as he threads our fingers together, and for the first time in a while, I feel content.
It feels like the past several years have been a constant uphill battle, a mountain that I’ve been climbing on my own—my own doing, of course—but tonight, right here in Braxton’s arms, it feels like I’m no longer alone. I have friends who care about Braxton and me. We might not be officially together, but what we’re doing is a step forward. When I’m with him, I feel complete.
“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” Braxton asks, leaning to the side so he can look into my eyes.
“Nothing. I’m just happy.”
He nods once, then dusting my hair to the side, he places a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my sensitive pulse. I try to focus on the beautiful fireworks, but my attention is half gone when his kiss turns into sucking. He quickly strips my shirt and bra off, then undoes my shorts, pushing them down my legs along with my panties. The warm breeze hits my overheated body, and a chill races through me, dotting my flesh with goose bumps.
His mouth goes back to my heated skin, licking and sucking, nibbling to the point I’m squirming in want with my lady parts aching. A gorgeous heart-shaped white firework bursts into the sky as Braxton separates my legs and drives his fingers into me.