Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Oh. Okay,” Kace said. I detected a hint of genuine surprise in his voice. He was respectful immediately, getting up and cleaning off, giving me zero pressure the moment I’d said the word no. I got the impression that he was used to getting what he wanted, and certainly used to other guys being very turned on when they were with him. He definitely hadn’t expected me to say no.
But it was very clear that I wasn’t like most of the guys that hung out with Kace. I was in a world I knew nothing about, and I suddenly felt profoundly lost.
“That was fun,” I said to him a moment later. It was the only thing I could summon the strength to say. It was certainly the truth.
To him, this was just another, probably very tame night in his life. For me, it was something that had shaken me to my core. Turned me on so much it hurt. Confused the everliving fuck out of me.
“Good,” he said, ruffling a hand through his hair. He had a spring in his step now, like suddenly he was refreshed, with a clean slate. “Now come give me a kiss, Daddy.”
I groaned out loud.
I didn’t know if I wanted to punch him or tackle him back onto the bed. I was aggravated that he had called me that, yet my cock throbbed again, painful against my jeans. And I didn’t know if it was possible to blush with every inch of your body, but I sure as fuck felt like I was doing that right now. Was he just fucking with me? Trying to get me to laugh, or really turn me on? I was going to short-circuit trying to figure it out.
I furrowed my brow. “What—”
“Kidding. I’m kidding. No off button, remember?” He gave me that half-smile again, and it was like a golden ray of sun. Christ, he was frustratingly attractive.
I wanted to hate him. Instead, I was realizing that I liked him more now than ever.
“We had fun. It’s no biggie, Nathan. Let’s get back to the party,” he called back at me, already heading to the door. “You coming?”
4
KACE
I popped my shades off as I walked into the Fixer Brothers Construction offices. A blast of cool air hit my skin, the air conditioning running on the first truly hot day of early summer.
I was finishing off the last bit of a mango protein pop and I snapped a quick selfie after walking in. I kept my fans updated throughout most of my days, giving them little snapshots of my life. And this place looked fucking awesome. I wanted to get a shot in front of the long, clearly custom wood curved front desk.
“Shit. This place is chill as hell,” I said. “Look how goddamn cool this office looks. Fully Insta-worthy.”
Vivienne reached out a hand, pushing down my phone and raising an eyebrow at me. “Hey. Remember what happened when you posted a selfie in that Nashville parking lot? I still have nightmares about that mob. Don’t do it.”
“I’m not going to upload it yet,” I said, waving a hand. “I’ll do it later. But like hell I’m not going to document my journey. I have to share things with the fans.”
Vivienne smirked. “You already share just about everything with them,” she said. “And you make it sound like you’re on a spiritual pilgrimage instead of just getting your guest house re-done.”
“Yeah, well, the guest house is important to me.” I hadn’t told Viv yet just why the guest house was a mandatory thing, because it wasn’t the kind of thing I talked about with anyone.
Because I didn’t know when my mom would be back in my life, but damn if I wasn’t going to have a clean and ready guest house to offer her whenever she finally did visit me.
I’d even offered to buy her a house multiple times in the last year. Before I’d come out, she and I used to joke about it all of the time. We’d say that when I was rich and famous one day, I’d have to help her out with a nice place. Now, I actually had become rich and famous. Too bad I came out as gay, and Mom didn’t accept a dime from me or even take my calls. It still made a pit in my stomach every time I thought about how she’d been there for me at every important moment of my life, supporting me through being bullied in elementary school, learning to love sports in high school, and getting into a college on full scholarship.
…Before the one thing that broke that forever.
But I knew Mom better than anyone. I knew she couldn’t hold a grudge forever. And I kept waiting for the moment when her name would pop up on my phone, we’d talk again, and I’d be able to extend an invitation for her to come stay in the guest house, simple and easy.