Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Are you actually upset with me about this?”
“Not at all.” He stepped closer, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re the best part of my evening. I’d still like a good reason, though.”
“Well, you left your speech in the kitchen, so I decided to come to your rescue to save you from embarrassing yourself.”
“There’s this thing called email.” He cupped my face in his hands. “You could’ve used that to send it to me. Try again.”
“I can’t sleep and I’m out of books. I figured I’d stopped by to say hello on my way to getting a few from the office.”
“I see.” He looked down at my dress. “And you also decided to dress up for the ball and do your makeup?”
“Zoey did my makeup.”
He traced my glittery eyelids with his finger. “It’s stunning, but you honestly don’t need it. Why are you really here, Chloe?”
“I wanted to see you before you left for London.” My voice cracked. “I lied about being okay with you leaving straight from here.”
“I was planning to come home to say goodbye first.” He smiled. “Would you like to join me for the flight?”
“Dr. Tevis says I shouldn’t fly right now,” I said. “Otherwise, I’d like to join the mile high club.”
“We can still do that in future.” He pulled me to the other side of the closet and kissed my lips. “We’ll compromise for now…”
Gently caressing my ass, he whispered, “Grab the rack behind me.”
I obliged and he pressed his mouth against my neck, gently sucking and biting my skin.
“Tyler…” I moaned.
“Shhh.” He slapped my ass and moved his mouth down to the top of my breasts.
Gripping my waist, he slowly sat onto the chair. Looking into my eyes, he pushed up the fabric of my dress, holding it in one hand.
He kissed the front of my panties and used his teeth to yank off the lace.
They fell to the floor in shreds.
Without a word, he kissed my pussy, and I tossed my head back as his tongue found the spots he knew all too well.
With his free hand, he caressed my thighs while whispering, “Do you still love the way I eat your pussy?”
“Yes…” I moaned. “I love this, Tyler…”
“I love this, too.” He pressed his thumb against my swollen clit, teasing it in between kisses, and I had to bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from screaming.
“Ahhh.” I gripped his hair and he held me steady as I came on his mouth.
He kissed my thighs and pulled his pocket square from his blazer, gently wiping me dry.
He stood to his feet and kissed my neck. “Were you planning to stay for the entire party?”
I shook my head, still unable to speak.
“Okay.” He smoothed my dress. “I’ll have Dillon take you home whenever you’re ready.”
Stepping back, he looked at his watch. “You should wait a few minutes before leaving. You look like someone whose boyfriend gave her multiple orgasms.”
I laughed as he stepped out of the closet.
Pulling out my phone, I read a few pitches before following.
“How long?” Hazel suddenly stepped in front of me, her eyes red and puffy. “How fucking long?”
“Wh-what?” I blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“I wasn’t born yesterday,” she said. “How long have you been sleeping with Tyler?”
I didn’t say a word.
“I saw you in there after him,” she said. “And I heard you.”
“You’re looking at this the wrong way, Hazel.”
“You said, ‘I love this, Tyler,’ and he said it back. So, you’ve clearly been screwing each other for a very long time.”
“Hazel, it’s really not what you think.”
“Stop gaslighting me!” More tears fell past her cheeks. “This whole time, this whole goddamn time, when I’ve run to you about our pictures in the press and asked you to make special dates with him, you’ve been fucking him and laughing behind my back, huh?”
I sighed.
“I thought so.” She shook her head and stepped back. “You know, in a perfect world, I would fire you right now. But there’s no point. He’ll fuck you and hire you right back.”
“I love him, Hazel.” I couldn’t resist. “And he loves me, too.”
“He doesn’t love you.” She scoffed. “He loves me and tolerates your presence because he’s used to having irrelevant, third party losers in the background of his life.”
“I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t want you to get upset,” I said. “I just thought—”
“You weren’t thinking at all.” She glared at me. “You’re the one who handled our schedules and you always came over when I….” Her voice trailed off for several seconds, and then she crossed her arms—glancing at my bump. “That’s his baby, isn’t it? Excuse me, babies. Those are his?”
“Hazel…”
“Aren’t they?”
I didn’t answer.
“His lunch breaks, your doctor’s appointments, your sick days, his home days always lined up.” She shook her head. “I thought we were friends.”