Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“I hope you have.” I turn to him. “I took it from Mom’s closet.”
“Oh my God.” He puts his hand in front of his mouth. “Yes.”
“I hope it’s not the one she wore when she caught you having sex with someone in the bathroom.” I wink at my mom while my dad hisses.
“I didn’t touch her.” He holds his hands up. “I would never do that.”
“Was it the dress she was wearing when she caught you holding hands with your co-star?” I tease him some more.
“Stop reading the fucking tabloids.” He walks over to his black suit jacket and snatches it off the hanger.
“I didn’t read that in the tabloids. Mom told me.” His head whips around to look at my mother.
“What?” She cocks her hip out to the side and folds her arms over her chest. “She asked me how we met.” She raises her hand in the air, waving it. “And I had wine!” she shrieks, turning to pretend that it’s not a big deal. “We were bonding.”
“Yeah, she told me all the details.” I fake gag. “You attacking her in the elevator after you made out with that girl.”
“I didn’t touch her.” He points at me. “She was all over me like an octopus.” He pulls out his cuffs as he arranges his jacket. “Besides, I only had eyes for your mother.”
“Is that why you called your co-star to fuck it out?” I mimic my mother, cocking my hip out.
“Is nothing sacred?” He raises his eyebrows at my mother. “Did she tell you there was that one reporter who was all over her ass?” My father points at my mother, and I cough, trying not to laugh.
“Um, yeah, and how you got so jealous that you were, like, peeing all over her leg but still tried to bang your co-star.” I shake my head. “Anyway, it’s time to go. I have to get my shoes and do last-minute touch-ups on my lips.”
I run back to my room to grab the black heels, purse, and a little bag that holds a pair of flip-flops for after the red carpet. We take about twenty minutes to get on the party bus and make our way over to Gabriella and Romeo’s house.
The driveway has an insane number of party buses parked in it. “This is going to be a circus.”
“Yup,” my father agrees. “Try to be nice.”
I gasp. “I’m a ray of fucking sunshine,” I say, walking out of the party bus and toward the house. I don’t bother ringing the doorbell because there is no way they are running around naked with a million people in their house. They own two homes—one here and one in Dallas, where they live the majority of the time.
Stepping into the foyer, I stop when I see all the men in Gabriella’s family standing in suits. It’s like one giant GQ shoot. Best of all, they’re unaware of how hot they are. “Hi.” I wave to everyone. “Got to use the restroom,” I lie, running to the bathroom in the back of the house.
I stop in my tracks, literally, when I see him walk out of the bathroom I was going to use. He looks down for a second before he looks up at me. A smirk fills his face, making a certain part of me pulse. Fucking Stone Richards in all his fucking glory. Wearing a blue suit, as if he wears one every single day instead of sweaty hockey equipment, his brown eyes sparkle in the lights that are on in the house, along with the sun coming in through the window. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he checks me out, his eyes roaming me from head to fucking toe. “Hey there, gorgeous.”
“Ryleigh,” I remind him, trying not to show him that he’s gotten to me.
“I know your name.” He stops in front of me, looking down at me, and it’s just like the first time I met him a year ago. The pull to him was something I’ve never felt before. It was also the stupidest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Then use it.” I walk around him toward the bathroom before I do something dumb like grab him by his lapels and pull his mouth down to mine. I’m about to close the bathroom door when he stops it with his hand. “What in the world?” I question as he walks into the bathroom. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Research, gorgeous,” he mutters, turning me so my back is against the bathroom door as he shuts it with his left hand over my head and his right hand locking the door.
“And what research is that?” My chest rises and falls as he steps even closer to me, almost pressing his chest against mine.
“It’s better if I show you.” His hands grip my face. “So much better if I show you.”