Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
It was totally overwhelming and a huge shock to hear the way they talked to him. Some reporters jostled into me, but we just kept going, eventually getting outside.
“Nash, do you think your behavior is a stain on our country?”
“Nash, how many sexually transmitted diseases have you caught? Five? Ten?”
“Is it true that you frequent a new hooker every night and love cocaine?”
Livy stopped in front of a black town car and opened the back door. Nash stepped aside and let me climb in first. The reporters just kept taking pictures, their questions coming faster and faster. Nash finally climbed in behind me. Livy got in last, sitting in the seat facing our own.
The car pulled out into traffic, leaving the reporters behind.
“Welcome to the circus,” Livy said to me.
I looked at Nash and he just smiled. “You’ll get used to it.”
I didn’t think that was true.
I’d seen things like that on TV before. I knew that happened to famous people, knew it happened all the time. But being in the very center of it was a completely crazy experience.
It was strange that my picture was going to appear on a hundred blogs very soon. I’d be billed as Nash’s new slut or something equally horrifying just to get people clicking.
And I hated that idea. I could see how most of the garbage out there about celebrities was either made up or completely embellished. True, Nash definitely did a lot of the things they accused him of, but I was starting to see that maybe he wasn’t as horrible as they pretended he was.
The car headed into the city, and my mind was a buzzing mess. I wasn’t really prepared for this, couldn’t possibly be.
But it was too late now. There was no going back. Our pictures were going to be out there, and I was sure that some of the journalists and paparazzi had noticed the enormous ring on my finger.
It wasn’t going to take long for them to put it all together. Las Vegas, a new girl, a big ring.
I was the playboy SEAL’s new wife.
The hotel was in downtown Manhattan, and it was absolutely gorgeous.
Livy had a room right next to ours. Nash had insisted on a suite for the two of us, since we were married and needed more room now. Livy hadn’t put up too much of a fight, and so our place was enormous and richly furnished.
“Not so bad,” he said, sitting down on the couch and tossing his bag aside.
“The room?”
“No. I mean earlier. You did good.”
“Thanks.” I walked right into the bedroom.
“Bye,” he called out, laughing.
I shut the door and pulled out my phone.
Ever since Vegas, I’d been dreading this moment. But after those pictures, I needed to call my parents and tell them what had happened.
I needed to call and lie to them.
I dialed my mom’s number and held the phone up to my ear.
“Hello?” she answered on the second ring.
“Hi, Mom,” I said.
“Sweetie, how are you?”
“Good.” I paused. “I have news. How’s Dad doing?”
“He’s having a good day, actually. What’s going on?”
“Can you put the phone on speaker and get him?”
There was a pause. “Okay. Hold on. Let me figure this thing out.” There was a rustling. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, I can.”
“Hi, sweetheart,” my dad said.
“Hi, Dad.”
“So what’s this news?” Mom asked.
“Listen, this might seem a little nuts to you guys, but this is good news.”
“You’re worrying me. What happened?” Mom asked again.
“Guys, I got married.”
There was a pause on the other end. “Seriously?” Dad asked.
“Seriously,” I said.
“I didn’t even know you were dating someone,” Mom said.
“We had to keep it a secret,” I said.
“Who is it?” Dad asked.
“His name is Nash Bell.”
“The Navy SEAL guy?” Mom asked incredulously.
“That’s him,” I said.
My nerves were going crazy. I couldn’t believe I was telling them this lie, but I knew I had to.
“How?” Dad asked. “This seems so strange.”
“I’m sorry for keeping it from you two,” I said, “but it all happened so fast. We met and had a relationship, and now we’re married.” I couldn’t say that I loved him for some reason.
“Okay,” Mom said slowly. “I’m sorry if I’m having a bad reaction. This is just so sudden.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s okay.”
“Can we meet him?” Dad asked.
“Of course.”
“Good. This weekend?”
“Uh,” I said, “I don’t think so. We have a bunch of press things to do for his book and his movie.”
“Of course,” Mom said. “Because you married a famous person out of the blue and didn’t tell us about it.”
That hurt. I knew my mom would be the more upset of the two, and I hated letting her down.
“It’s okay,” Dad said quickly. “We’ll meet him as soon as you can.”
“Listen, guys,” I said, “this is good. I’m happy. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
“Okay, sweetie,” Dad said. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”