Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
We arrived here late last night and settled into the hotel. I woke up early so I’d have time to get lost in one of the biggest cities in the world before I put on my Asher Forbes, lead singer hat. Tonight, we have a long practice and all the shit that comes with promoting the gig, but today is mine to enjoy.
I figure New York is bulging at the seams with celebrities, so hopefully, no one will pay attention to me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I jog down the steps to the subway. I see my bodyguard’s ugly mug flash across the screen and debate letting it go to voicemail. Feeling compliant for once in my life, I answer with, “Hello, you have reached Asher’s voicemail. He isn’t around, but if you leave a message, he’ll ignore it in the order it was received.”
“Cut the shit, asshole. Where the fuck are you?” I wince as Evan’s growl pierces my eardrum. He’s getting tired of me ditching his ass, but I don’t care. I hate having a shadow forced upon me.
For ten fucking years, I’ve lived my life quietly out of the limelight. I miss being able to do just about anything without anyone giving a shit. Hell, if I want to eat ice cream at noon in my goddamn birthday suit, I should be able to do so without anyone around to see me.
After our band broke up, I bought a nice little cabin on a lake in a small town in Texas and disappeared from sight. The rest of the residents in the tiny town are either rich assholes from nearby Houston, looking to escape their hectic lives, or they’re nice, down-to-earth people living a quiet life in the country. No one gives two shits that a former boy band member is living a few miles away. And I love it that way.
Now, I’m back in the limelight, feeling like a bug under a microscope. I should feel guilty that I’m taking my frustration out on my bodyguard, but Evan can take it. His first words to me the night we met were, “I’d really hate to take a bullet for you so stay the fuck out of trouble.”
“The term you’re looking for is boss, not asshole.” We both know it’s a lie. He works for Ryder Operations Security. I’m just the unlucky fucker he’s being paid to babysit.
“Xander is my boss; you’re a pain in my goddamn ass,” he growls. “Now, I’m going to ask one more time. Where the fuck are you?”
“I’m out enjoying my day. Alone. Take the day off. Maybe use the time to see about getting a personality transplant.” I’m being an asshole, but I don’t care. I’m so fucking over this goddamn tour and everything that goes with it.
“Tell me where you are right now or I swear I’m going to put a tracker on your ass.”
“Sorry, but no. I’ll have to take a pass on your generous offer.” I hang up before the fucker is able to argue with me anymore and kill my positive vibe. I turn off my phone and slip it into my pocket. That should keep him from blowing up my phone and ruining my day out.
I spend the new few hours exploring the city and forgetting my problems before heading back to the hotel. I’m a little surprised when I walk through the lobby without catching sight of my asshole bodyguard.
I push the elevator button and step in when the doors open. After smiling at the elderly couple that steps on after me, I push the button for my floor and lean against the wall.
I pull out my phone and turn it on to see how many messages I have. I’m so caught up in reading Evan’s threats that I barely pay attention when the elevator stops. The elderly couple steps off before someone else enters the tiny mirror-lined elevator.
My nose perks up when I get a whiff of the sweetest fucking scent I’ve ever smelled. I look up from my phone screen and get the fucking shock of my goddamn life.
Standing less than three feet away from me is Aphrodite come to life. Fucking hell. There goes my cock. I pray the faded denim of my jeans holds the fucker back as it steadily turns hard as a rock. She’s goddamn tiny with abundant curves that call to me.
A vision passes through my mind of digging my hands into her luscious hips while slamming my cock deep into her sweet pussy from behind. Fucking hell. I don’t even know my goddess’ name, but I’m ready to fuck her until neither of us can stand.
I turn off the dirty fantasies before I come in my jeans like a schoolboy and finish checking the gorgeous goddess out.