Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
A few fans linger as we step into the parking lot. My SUV is already waiting. I smile exhaustedly and sign a few autographs on the way. Quickly, I usher Saga inside.
I couldn’t be happier to climb into this SUV to head back to the hotel. I don’t want to hear my name. I don’t want to sign another autograph.
My head is pounding. I release my hair, hoping to release some of the tension with it. Something needs to give.
All I want is to go back to the room and sleep for a week. Too bad I don’t have that luxury. Three weeks, I’m supposed to record an entire album in three weeks.
Where do they get off pushing us like this? I’m going to throttle Jag. He’s supposed to keep them from doing this to us.
Making this happen in three weeks is going to be hell on my voice. I lean my head back on the headset, already exhausted from thinking about it. Saga moves closer and cups my jaw.
I open my eyes and turn to look at her. She’s like an angel. Suddenly, I feel like I can do anything as long as she’s around me.
“You look so tired,” she says, staring into my eyes.
“I feel tired.”
She runs her thumb over my knitted brows. I cup her face and brush my thumb across her lips. We’re silent for a moment.
“Are you okay? What’s going on?”
I smile. “You’re concerned about me. Always concerned about me.”
“Bishop,” she warns.
I sigh. “I’m fine. Just a lot on my plate, baby.”
“You want to talk about it?”
I tug her to me to take her lips. The last thing I want to do is talk. I’m tired of talking. I need to forget about all this shit for now.
I deepen the kiss and drink from her sexy mouth until she pulls away breathlessly. I stare at her, allowing my gaze to run across her face. Something is different from earlier.
I just can’t put my finger on it. Then it hits my tired brain. I frown.
“Baby, what happened to your lashes?” I ask as I notice the false ones she wore earlier are gone.
She bites her lip and laughs. I lift a questioning brow. This should be good.
Saga never has a hair out of place. Her makeup and hair are always flawless. I just can’t see her tearing her lashes off before we get back to the room.
“They were a casualty of war.” She snickers.
I furrow my brows, my tired brain not having the power to follow what she’s talking about. I shake my head and pull her back into me for another kiss.
This is all I need. My love for her is carrying me through. I’m growing tired of how things are going, but Saga is my light in a dark place. I crave her more than anything.
I break the kiss and murmur against her lips. “I love you.”
CHAPTER 22
Celebrity Dating
Saga
Anticipation builds in my belly as I ride in the Porsche seated beside Bishop. He reaches across the console to lace his fingers with mine as he smoothly maneuvers the car on the road.
Dwayne and the other security members ride in an SUV behind us. Today, as we climbed into the vehicle for our date, I realized I’m dating a celebrity. I don’t know what I expected when I became Bishop’s girlfriend.
However, going on dates with security in tow wasn’t a part of it. This date has even started off well beyond my expectations. He rented this sleek, sexy car for one and he looks amazing driving it.
He said he felt like driving himself and it would give us alone time without his team surrounding us. I have to admit, it is more intimate. As if reading my thoughts, he gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Are you all right?” he murmurs against my hand as he brings it to his lips.
“I’m amazing. I’ll be even better once you tell me where we’re going.”
He glances over at me for a brief moment and winks. “It’s a surprise. It won’t be much larger.”
Now, my curiosity is ready to burst through me. We’re riding through country-looking roads. I don’t know Georgia well, but I don’t believe we’re in Atlanta anymore.
I glance at the GPS, trying to see if I can find a clue as to where we’re going. The address looks to be a residential one. If I hadn’t come to trust this man so much, this is the point where I’d start to panic.
Although, I do trust him. Bishop makes me feel safe. He has been so sweet and attentive since we started dating and way before that if I’m being honest.
So instead of freaking out and shouting for him to stop the car, I sit back in my seat and relax. My mind drifts off to the last week.