Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“It’s been going on for months.”
“Well, that tracks with all the stress you’ve been under, right?”
I nod, remembering that I’ve only told her half of the truth about my life as well.
“I’m sure that guy who came out of your room the other night has something to do with it, too?”
“What?” I blush. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“He was hot as fuck.” She smiles. “When are you going to introduce me to him?”
“Never.” A pang hits my chest. “It didn’t work out.”
“He cheated that soon?”
“He was a virginity thief who dumped me right after.”
Her smile fades. “Then you owe it to yourself to get over this hump…Plus we’ve already committed to breaking into this place all weekend, so—we need to make the most of it.”
That’s true…
“Let’s take a break and come back tomorrow at midnight?”
I don’t answer.
“Scarlett…Midnight tomorrow?”
“Okay, fine.” I shrug. “I’ll be here.”
“Can I trust you to work on your lines at least five times before I leave for work, or do I need to sit back down and watch?”
“You can trust me.” I hold out my hand. “I promise.”
She grabs it and pulls me in for a hug.
“You’re going to nail this one,” she whispers. “I have a good feeling about it.”
She finally lets me go, and I watch her pack up her backpack and slip through the side exit.
Sighing, I take my place at center stage and breathe in deeply before trying again.
“It’s you who doesn’t love me, Timothy,” I say. “And I’m tired of pretending like things will ever be good between us, like I’ll ever be happy.”
But you’ve never mentioned anything about being unhappy before…
“You never asked.” I say. “You were always too fucking busy to notice.”
So, this is MY fault?
“No.” I glare at the invisible man. “Honestly, this is my fault—”
“That’s the most truthful thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Jameson’s voice comes from behind, catching me completely off guard and making me spin around.
What the… I can’t get a word to fall from my lips.
Despite his usual well-pressed black suit, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. I resist the urge to step closer and ask why.
“What the hell are you doing here, Jameson?” I finally manage.
“To say thank you for sending me your necklace back.”
“A text message would’ve been more sufficient.” I step back. “But you’re welcome.”
“I also wanted to let you know that you’re the worst fucking liar I’ve ever met.”
“And you’re a shining beacon of truth?”
“I’ve never pretended to be anything more than what I’ve told you,” he says. “In your case, though…If you told me the sun was yellow, I’d have to step outside and double-check.”
“Thank you for the additional insults.” I hate that tingles are running up and down my spine at the sight of him. “I’m busy rehearsing, so you can go back to working with your guilty ass clients.”
“Clients like your father?”
Silence.
“Tell me something, Scarlett,” he says, stepping close enough to touch me. “Answer it truthfully—for once—and I’ll leave you alone for good.”
“Fine.”
“So…” He tilts my chin up with his fingertips, looking deep into my eyes. “Given everything that’s happened, were you just using me to fuck the daddy issues out of you?”
WHAT? “I don’t have daddy issues.”
“Maybe not anymore.” His voice is terse. “Or, should I have fucked you a few more times for any lingering ones?”
I lift my hand and slap him across the face.
His eyes flash with fury and he steps back, but he doesn’t move to retaliate.
“I still want an answer for my question,” he says. “Are they out of you? Should I send you a bill for my services?”
“Get out before I call—”
“The police?” He arches a brow. “Are you planning to snitch on yourself for trespassing?”
Knowing he was right, I cross my arms and try my best to ignore the tears pricking my eyes.
“Leave, Jameson,” I say. “You’ve made your point, and…”
“And what?”
“I hate you.” I refuse to let him see me cry. “I fucking hate you, and I regret having sex with you.”
“Those feelings are mutual.” He looks me up and down. “I should’ve never let you back into my car that night.”
“Glad we’re on the same page, then.”
“We are.”
“Then leave.”
“I will,” he says, stepping closer. “Right away.”
“The door is behind you.”
“I know that.”
“Obviously not since you’re not moving that way,” I say. “Do you need directions?”
“You’re the last person who should ever ask that.” He presses his forehead against mine.
“Get out, Jameson.” I demand. “I don’t want to spend another second around someone I hate.”
“You’re not going to.” He presses his lips against mine, and I suck in a breath as he kisses me long and hard.
I try to resist, to push him the hell away, but my body begs me to give in.
He gently pushes me backward until my back hits the side of the plane, and I shut my eyes as he deepens our kiss.