Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“I guess we don’t hang with the same crowd.”
“Yeah, well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sucking in his bottom lip for a second before deciding to ignore my question, he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off his body.
Once it was off, he offered, “I can buy you a drink, or I can buy you a dress.” He handed me his hoodie. “Or you can just wear this.”
I glanced down at myself and then back at him. “That’s like ten sizes too big for me.”
“You used to beg to wear my hoodies.”
My mouth dropped open. “I did not.”
“Bay?” he mocked in that “be fucking for real” tone that guys used. “You really want to pretend you didn’t steal half my wardrobe?”
“Why would I lie?”
“Oh, that’s right. Bailey Pierce-McGraw doesn’t lie, right? But let me remind you, you stole my hoodies so often that the writers actually wrote it into our on-screen relationship.”
I sarcastically rolled my eyes. “First off, I do lie or else I would have said you looked okay instead of saying handsome.”
He held back a laugh.
“And second of all, I didn’t steal your hoodies. Maybe it was all the groupies coming in and out of your trailer?”
“Groupies, huh?”
I stood on business. “Yeah.”
“That’s funny, considering the only girl I remember coming in and out of my trailer was you.”
My mouth dropped open again. “I was never your groupie.”
“No, Bay,” he adamantly rasped with a sudden hard edge in his clipped tone. “You were a lot of things, but you were never my groupie.”
My cheeks flushed.
My stomach dropped.
And all I wanted to do was pass out right then and there.
Why are his words having such an effect on me?
“Since you have selective amnesia, let me repeat that you can wear my hoodie or you can look like you peed yourself.”
With an offended expression, I remarked, “I do not look like I peed myself.”
He nodded to the mirror behind me before he spun me to look at my reflection.
“Shit…” I groaned, seeing he was right.
Without hesitation, our eyes locked through the glass.
“That’s an awfully tight outfit you’re wearing there, Bay. Do you need me to help you take it off? Because I don’t mind. Besides, it’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”
My eyes widened. “Oh my God. You’re as shameless as ever. News flash, Casanova. We’re not thirteen anymore. This isn’t you show me yours and I’ll show you mine, Aires.”
“Why are you looking at me like that was my idea?” He pointed at me. “You were the one who suggested it.”
“Only because the older kids on the show kept talking about body parts, and I was genuinely curious about what you were packing.”
Playing offended, he taunted, “So you used me?”
“I’d like to think of it as we used each other since we were the youngest on set and didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it.”
“Damn.” He stepped back, still looking at me through the mirror. “Here I thought I meant more to you than that. If I would have known that you were just using me, I would have never let you ride my cock, Bay.”
I jerked back, never expecting him to say that.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, laughing. “I’m kidding, Bay. You riding my dick is up there with my favorite memories.”
“Wish I could say the same.”
He laughed harder. “You do lie now.”
Reluctantly, I threw on his hoodie, but the pencil skirt I wore wasn’t making the cut. Slipping out of that next, I laid it on the sink. “There.” I nodded at him through the mirror. “Now I’m very Adriana Grande-like.”
Giving me a once-over, he baited, “My clothes always did look good on you.”
There I was with…
Nicholas Aires III.
To the world, he was the rebel heir to the Aires multibillion-dollar fortune.
However, he’d forever be the boy who experienced fame for the first time with me and knew me in and out in ways nobody else ever did. To go through the ups and downs of having to share your life with the world with someone who really understood the significance of it formed a connection I couldn’t begin to explain.
For years, it felt like Aires was the only person in the world who knew firsthand what it was like to be a public persona. We grew up together. We were the only two on set who were the same age and the youngest of the cast and crew. We spent hours every day together.
We even had a private teacher on set for us since we were there at all hours of the day and on weekends. For eight years, Aires was not only my best friend but he was also the very first boy I had a crush on and eventually thought I loved. To have him in my corner when sometimes it felt as if I didn’t have anyone was something I could never forget.