Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Quinn and I frown at each other.
I speak up first. “How did you know it was chocolate?”
Zane shrugs. “Oh, I tasted it.” The door opens. “Hey man!”
A guy pops his head in, then pulls out a giant case of beer. He’s vaguely familiar and I’m just about to place him when Quinn curses under his breath. “You brought Jamie?”
“Heard that,” Jamie says, his voice has a slight British accent.
I’m still frowning when it dawns on me. I’m not used to seeing him in real life, only on TV.
I raise my hand.
“Awww.” Jamie grins. “She’s adorable, we’re keeping her, right?”
“She’s not a pet!’ Quinn yells.
“How many famous cousins do you have again?” I say in a weak voice. “So I can mentally and emotionally prepare for more shock?”
I’m already sick.
Pale.
Not feeling great.
And now my heart is hammering against my chest because the Jamie Jaymeson is standing in Ambrose’s living room or I guess, Quinns now. If he has such famous friends or family, why is he crashing at Ambrose’s place?
“Oh, he’s loaded.” Zane gets up and grabs a chip from the counter, then looks over his shoulder. “You said it out loud.” He bites down and chews—loudly. “The whole weird why is Quinn crashing at Ambrose—“
“—Thanks man.” Quinn interrupts.
“Anytime, bro,” Zane turns to Jamie, “The rest of them coming?”
“Yup.” He checks his cell. “Though getting the OGs to leave their plethora of kids got semi difficult.”
“OG’s?” I repeat.
“The guys from Adrenaline, the boy band that just got back together and oh shit is she gonna be okay?” Jamie waves a hand in front of my face and I swear I still see that hand two hours later when the entire back yard is full of guys and their wives, beer, wine, hot dogs, hamburgers, and competitive corn hole—no like they legit brought more sets to have a competition.
So far some tall guy with a bald head who looks like he could be part of the Russian Mob has threatened to break up two fights, though the fights were more funny than anything.
Two guys with earpieces are at the gate drinking beer, when I asked if they were security, the only answer I was given was Chicago sent us for the week.
My answer was. “I didn’t know a city could send people.” I laughed awkwardly, they didn’t and looked like they would eat their own young, wearing black suits, covered in hand tattoos, one had this giant bird around his neck, it looked like a raven.
They smiled, but it was calculated, so I got the hell out of that section of the yard and went in search of Quinn.
I was starting to feel even more sick as the night progressed, so the minute I saw him sitting at one of the tables, I pulled out a chair and sat down. The ocean breeze was at least helping a little bit.
“So.” I drummed my pink fingernails against the glass table while my hair whipped across my mouth. “You’re kind of a big deal then?”
Quinn grinned and lifted a bottle of water to his lips, set it down and reached for a small glass of whiskey next to his thigh, he downed it in one big swipe and set it down on the table, then held out his hand. “Let’s not talk about me, it’s not my birthday, now is it?”
In that moment, Zane started shouting, everyone was laughing, and then he jumped on a chair and pointed at me. “Happy Birthday, strange girl I don’t know!”
Cheers erupted around us.
I had to laugh, it had been years since I’d been at a party let alone get acknowledged at one, even though it wasn’t my party.
Zane jumps down from the chair and starts belting out happy birthday while slowly walking toward me and I truly do feel dizzy, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s so pretty to look at or because his voice is so good.
He stops right in front of me and does a little bow.
Quinn curses next to me. “Seduce your wife, not my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend?
I smile to myself.
Zane rolls his eyes. “I’m obsessed with my wife and you know this.”
“Right.” Quinn sighs. “You just can take the musician out of LA, but you can never truly take away their seductive ability on stage.”
Jamie snorted out next to me. “According to Zane, he can’t help but ooze. What was that sexuality? Wait, weren’t you a virgin until like twenty—“
“—-okay singing time is over.” Zane grabs Jamie by the back of the neck and shoves him toward the cornhole chaos.
Quinn kisses the top of my head. “They’re all happily married and harmless, but seriously, they just can’t help themselves sometimes.”
“Meh, I assume that’s Hollywood.”
“No, that’s just them being too good looking and talented and being told it on a daily basis while everyone around them kisses their asses.”