Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I’ll be in green room 13.” Is all I say to her before I turn and take off in that direction.
I don’t have to wait long.
As soon as I close the door and turn around to await her arrival, the door opens, and she walks in looking flushed and shy, but so fucking beautiful it makes my heart hurt.
I don’t say a word. I just open my arms and she moves right in to them.
Our lips come together and what starts out soft and sweet, quickly turns into something fiery and consuming. I tug at her lips with my teeth, lick the bottom one then slip my tongue inside her mouth for more. She moans against me and pushes her hips up to mine, grinding into me like she can’t get enough.
I sure as hell can’t.
My hands cup her ass and I pull her up tightly into me and take ownership of her.
“I want you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“I always want you.”
Talk about hard.
Talk about me staring at the table and thinking about how we can really be quiet if I just keep my mouth on hers and try not to…
The door opens, and Ari and I bolt away from each other. But not before Kai sees. And he sees good.
Fuck.
Shit.
Damn.
I meet his gaze head on and watch him curiously. I wonder what he’s going to say?
“Excuse me,” Ari mumbles incoherently as she brushes past Kai, her face the color of a tomato and leaves me to face the music alone.
I can’t say that I blame her.
I cross my arms and stare evenly at Kai.
“You know you’re fucked if someone finds out,” he says sternly.
“I know,” I nod.
“Like you’re FUCKED” he enunciates the word for good measure.
“I get it,” I return.
“And this is like the worst idea I’ve ever seen,” he continues. “Like the worst because it’s not just about the band and your career, but Rae…”
I hold my hand up.
“I know.”
“But do you?” he wonders. “Because I don’t think you really do. I think you’re not thinking with your brain at all… just your dick and getting it wet.”
“Hey now,” I shake my head. “It’s more than that.”
“Whatever it is, you need to stop it, Sookie,” he warns me again. “You need to stop before it’s too late—“
“Stop what?” Rae takes that moment to poke his head in.
I give a silent thanks to whoever is looking out for me from above and made Kai come in before Rae… I can’t even imagine how that would have gone down.
“Stop being mean to Iseul,” Kai says smoothly. “We can all tell you can’t stand her.”
“I’ll do my best.” I shrug.
“He’s right,” Rae chimes in. “Don’t be mean. She can’t help but love and long for you… the innocent Maknae… the sweet little Maknae with the long eyelashes…”
Rae bats his eyes for good measure, and I throw the box of tissue—the only thing I could find—at his head.
Rae holds up his hands and laughs.
“By the way,” he says to me. “Whatever you said to my sister worked like magic. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her glow like this.”
Kai starts coughing, and I have to hide my smile.
“I’m glad I could help.”
“Well, it might be the talk she had with you or the date she has with that weird producer guy tonight.” Rae’s words stop me cold. “Either way, she’s beaming, and I couldn’t be happier.”
Date with the producer guy?
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty
Ari
“Everything good?” Producer Sung-Bin asks once I’m back at the house. He’s still up and sipping a short glass of what looks like expensive whiskey. The black bottle sits on the table in front of him and he’s still in his suit like the first thing he did was grab a bottle and sit.
We decided to do a date on set.
So romantic.
And yet he doesn’t know the things I’ve been doing, or with who, and I almost feel like I have to do this date now in order to cover for myself. He seems pleased, but he also seems suspicious, which isn’t good, and I’m a horrible liar.
“Yup.” I wave and anxiously pat my hair down. “Everything’s great. Totally fine.” I pull out a chair with shaking hands and grab one of the glasses. “Can I have some of this?”
He frowns. “I thought you hated whiskey.”
“Nope.” I pour two shots and toss them back, so this date, are we ordering in or just hanging out?
His frown deepens. “Are you sure everything is okay? I was going to order in since we’re technically on gag order and leaving set would be bad but.” His eyebrows raise. “Are you sure you’re good?”
The other black van pulls up and Sookie jumps out. I’m not one for daydreaming but the guy looks stacked as he stalks toward us. I start choking on the whiskey when he makes his way over, his expression completely pissed or maybe it’s just the expression of someone that needs to get off and can’t.