Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 146548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Farrow rolls his eyes, but I’m super-glued to the fact that Farrow tried to win me and rescue me off that stage. I’d say I don’t need rescuing, but I’d be willing to let Farrow rescue me.
I just wouldn’t outright tell him that.
My chest rises in a deeper breath. I have no idea how he would’ve paid for me, but I guess it doesn’t matter since he lost me.
Metaphorically.
And a porn star literally won me. Awesome.
“You sure it’s a porn star?” I ask Charlie.
He gives me a look like I’m being senseless. “Of course I know. You can Google him if you don’t believe me.”
I get why I don’t recognize the name Ace Steel. I don’t watch porn, but Farrow does…or did—or maybe he still does. Stop thinking.
“Straight porn,” Farrow says matter-of-factly. That’s why the name didn’t ring a bell for him. Farrow only watches gay porn.
A straight porn actor just purchased me.
I tilt my head backwards and stare upwards.
Dear World, is this a joke? Sincerely, a wide-eyed, severely bewildered human.
I crack my stiff neck. “Let me conceptualize this,” I say to Charlie and motion to my head. “Ace Steel is a guy who only does straight porn with girls?”
Charlie overturns his champagne flute, the lip of the glass to the armrest. “Correct.”
This makes no sense.
Farrow is eyeing the center section of seats. I can’t tell what he thinks or how he feels about this.
I rake a hand through my thick hair. “Why would he want to buy me?”
Charlie arches a mocking brow. “He could want to do a scene with you.”
Huh? “A what?” I have no clue what scene means in this context.
Farrow peels his gaze off the audience, just to glance at me, the corners of his mouth rising.
My neck almost heats, his amused expression practically broadcasts that I’m now six years younger, six years less experienced, and he’s older, wiser.
Stronger.
I am younger, but he’s definitely not that much wiser. At least not in everything.
Farrow lifts his hand to hold the back of my head as he says, “A scene is just the term used for pornography shoots. Actors are paid per scene filmed, et cetera, and there could be multiple actors in one scene.” He barely pauses before asking Charlie, “Is that him?” Farrow points someone out in the center section, on the row nearest us.
“That’s him,” Charlie confirms.
I don’t stare long, my focus on Farrow. “I’m not interested in whatever this porn star has to offer. So if that’s why he bought me, he can save his money.” My tone is firm like this could be just an ordinary business deal.
You know, normal.
Weirdly, it kind of is.
Porn producers used to call me all the time, especially when I hit eighteen. And I get it. I’m the son of a sex addict. People are curious, and curiosity sells as much as sex. But I always had zero desire to upload me fucking anyone for you to see.
Now that I have a boyfriend, my desire has plummeted to negative-infinity, and my stomach is in fucking knots.
Farrow rubs a thumb against the back of my neck. “Loud and clear,” he tells me. “We’ll let him know.” He gestures for Ace Steel to come over, and the man who stands up looks like a Spartan warrior with gunmetal eyes, a quarterback build, and stubble along a hard jaw. He’s older than me, probably around Farrow’s age.
And he wears a tux like he has millions of dollars to spare.
My phone starts ringing.
Farrow looks at me, and I dig my hand in the pocket of my green jeans.
I clutch my phone and check the caller ID: Winona Meadows.
Sulli’s little sister.
“It’s Winona,” I tell Farrow, since Charlie has disappeared into an empty row ahead, slouching on top of a seat, sunglasses still on.
It’s family. I don’t want to ignore her, but there’s a porn star currently squeezing his way out of a row to meet me. And…I don’t want to leave him with Farrow. My boyfriend sees my confliction, and says, “Go,” he nods towards the door. “I can deal with this guy.”
I hesitate.
“Maximoff,” he urges. “Go.” Farrow sends me a single look that says, I’ll catch up with you later, wolf scout.
“I’ll be back,” I tell him and quickly put my phone to my ear. Walking up the aisle, I glance backward just to see Ace approach Farrow and extend a hand.
Farrow doesn’t shake it and instead starts talking, lips moving rapidly but casually. Always at ease during tornadic activity.
My lips lift, settled with this decision. But then Winona’s voice fills my ear in a mad rush, and I stop in the middle of the aisle. My smile falls, and I start mentally gathering battalions.
“Moffy, it’ll be past my curfew soon, so hey, let’s skip the whole you shouldn’t be here, Nona bit and tackle the important parts,” she says in one breath.