Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Yep.” Once again I get out of the car and open the door for her. Her hand sits in mine. I can't help feeling how perfect we fit. Of course, there are photographers. “Miss Huxley. Miss Huxley.” I hear them shouting her name and she stops. Hand on my waist, she turns us and poses for the camera before we continue walking in. “Have to deal with this a lot?” She shrugs.
“Part of the family business.” As soon as we are inside, we coat check and then make our way into the party. “Wow.” I nod my head, seriously annoyed at the amount of lavishness and shameless flaunting going on in here. I recognize the governor, and a few CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. Some starlets, actors, models, you name them they are here.
“Millicent, darling. I didn’t know you would be here.” Hollywood madam Forlani Clitx walks around, and air kisses her. My eyebrow goes up, realizing for the first time, she might actually be more recognized than me and I don’t fucking like it. Not because I am an egomaniac, but because I want her attention on me. Period.
“Lani, hi. It has been so long.” Her friend looks at me and smiles.
“Who’s your friend?” she asks, licking her lips. Millie smiles and introduces us. “Wow. What a hunk.” Her hand slides down my chest. I look at Millie panicked and in need of assistance, but she is getting a kick out of this and giggling.
“Lani, leave him alone. I don’t think he is ready for you.” Jesus.
“Pity. I could make some serious money off him. Call me.” She slips her card into my suit pocket, and I damn near choke on air.
“What the hell?” I say to her, guiding her to the other side of the room.
“There you are.” I hear my mother's exasperated voice and turn, pulling Millie further into my side.
“Mother.” She looks at my arms, giving me a questioning gaze before turning her attention to my angel.
“Apparently I raised an unpolished menace. Excuse my son. You are?” For fucks sake.
“Forgive me, mother. This is Millicent. Millicent, this my mother Hana Porter.” Millicent holds her hand out.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Porter.” They shake hands.
“Anyone who has my son clinging to them like his favorite playground snack is definitely my pleasure to meet.” Dear lord, I never know what the hell is going to leave her mouth. Millie giggles and that fucking sound is going to put me to bed every night. “Well, you two mingle and we will catch up. I have to continue to host.” She kisses my cheek and then walks away.
“I am so sorry about her,” I say escorting her through the room.
“She is no different than my mom. I am used to it.” Thank God.
For what seems like forever we mingle, dance, and talk to everyone, most of whom want to talk to my angel. I know she has a job as a producer and she is well-known by the networks, but I am not fucking dumb. These men see her, her purity and sunshine and they want it for themselves. “Millicent.” See what the fuck I mean. We both turn to see Connor Forsythe walking toward us. My arm has not left her back since we have been here, so I feel her body become rigid and it sets me on alert.
“Connor,” I say, stopping him from moving any closer.
“Porter.” His voice is stern, but he is all piss and no vinegar.
“How can we help you?” I ask him, making sure to say ‘we’. His eyes haven’t left my angel though and it is pissing me off.
“I would like to know why my Millie is here on your arm like she belongs to you.” What the hell did he just say to me? I step toward him, ready to show him something, but a small hand on my chest stops me.
“Calm down big boy. I got this.” Her sultry voice, giving me a fucking nickname, cools some of the ire but not enough. Turning to Connor, she says in a low voice. “I belong to myself, Connor. Nothing has been decided, despite what the hell our parents say. We will discuss this later.” His nostrils begin to flare. I know he wants to say something else, but he thinks better of it and walks away.
Not sure I can control myself; I pull her into a dark corner. “Tell me what the fuck is going on, angel. Why does that womanizing piece of shit think you belong to him?” I growl into her ear, before kissing her shoulder and neck. She moans, moving her head giving me more access. “Answer me, baby.” My tongue trails up her neck, toward her ear.
“Our-our parents are trying to arrange a business merger that starts with us getting married.” A roar I didn’t know I had in me emerges. I am damn glad the band is playing. I swear to fuck I hear glasses shatter at the vibration moving through me.