Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“It is when you are six foot six,” he hisses at me, “and as wide as your closet.”
I try not to laugh at him, but I can’t help it. “And your closet is like packed to the fucking gills, so I had to literally stop breathing so I wouldn’t move and make a sound.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation,” I put my foot on top of the other, “you did a great job.” His glare makes me burst out in laughter. “I’ll give you a gold sticker.”
“Let’s go have breakfast,” he suggests, and I tilt my head to the side.
“I thought we just had breakfast.” I point to my bedroom.
“We’ll go to my house first, so I can change.”
“I mean, we can go with you in that suit. That would scream I just had sex,” I singsong, holding my hands up in the air.
“No,” he says, and I silently laugh as I follow him back into my bedroom, where I put on a pair of yoga pants with a matching bra and a sweater.
“I really like these pants,” he growls when he steps behind me while I’m brushing my teeth, his hands rubbing my ass. “I’m going to like them even more when they are on the floor of my bedroom.” I shake my head as he kisses my neck.
We walk out of my house with him wearing his suit from last night. Well, half the suit, his jacket is in his hand. I get into the passenger side as he makes his way home to his house. It takes him ten minutes to change into a pair of blue pants and a sweater.
After breakfast, we decide to hit up the farmers market. He parks in the parking lot and when I walk around to the back, he’s there waiting for me. He slides his hand in mine as we walk around. “We should get some flowers for your house.” I point to the arrangement of flowers they have.
“I’m leaving for three days,” he mentions as I stop beside him, and he smiles down at me. “But if you want to get them, Victoria”—he bends to kiss my lips—“get them.”
“Tori.” I hear my name being called from behind me and he slides his hand out of mine, as if someone poured cold water on him. I look back at him, seeing him duck his head and move five steps ahead of me. “I thought that was you,” Nicole, one of the girls from my workout class, says. “You missed boot camp this morning,” she notes and I smile at her.
“It was my Sunday lazy day,” I reply to her, and a couple of minutes later she’s on her way and I look over to see Zane at the end of the row of vendors. I suddenly hate this hiding and sneaking around.
I bend my head as I walk to him. “Hey.” I suddenly feel off. “I’m ready to go,” I murmur, and he looks at me.
“Aren’t you going to get your flowers?” he asks me, pointing, and I just shake my head.
“You’re leaving anyway,” I say and he just nods his head and turns around, and we head back to his SUV. I get in, looking out the window, my head going around and around, and when I get to his house and walk into the kitchen, he is the first one to say something.
“What’s going on with you?” He looks at me. “You became quiet all of a sudden.”
“I know you’ve said you wanted to keep our relationship on the down low,” I start to say nervously, “but maybe we could, I don’t know, let it out of the bag?” I look at him. “Open the top just a bit, let some people in, or spill the bag on the counter and show everyone?”
He puts his hands on the side of the counter. “There is so much going on right now,” he starts to say. “I’m in the press every single day. They literally destroy me.” I swallow down the lump. “I just don’t want that to affect you.”
I try to hide the hurt from my face. “I understand.” I force a smile on my face. “Yeah, you are probably right,” I tell him. “I think I’m going to head out.” I point over my shoulder. “Go and visit with Jagger.”
“Victoria,” he says my name and just the way he says it, it gets me in the middle of my chest.
“It’s fine, Zane,” I reply. “I’ll talk to you later.”
I’m starting to walk out when he grabs my hand. “Victoria, can we talk about it?” he says softly, and I close my eyes for a second.
“There is nothing to talk about, Zane.” I look over at him. “You’re right, it’s not a good time.” His hand falls from mine. “I’ll talk to you later,” I repeat and walk out the door.