Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Hell no.
The mere thought of that arrogant jerk kissing Jillian had rage and possessiveness surging through Guy with startling intensity.
No.
For that damn idiot...to be Jillian's first?
Fuck no.
Jack might call Jilly his endgame, but Guy knew he still had a shot.
For now.
Because if Jilly could turn a cynical womanizer like him into someone obsessed, it was only a matter of time before that idiot remembered what he had between his legs, and then...
I'm the one who's fucked.
Jilly could feel Guy’s temper threatening to explode at any moment, and she found herself wondering uneasily if his anger had anything to do with her faith. Was he mad because she was choosing God over him? Was he unable to understand how much it meant to her not to betray her promise to keep herself pure?
It would break her heart if so, but she could see why, if Guy didn’t really know God, he would feel that way.
"Guy?"
Icy blue eyes turned her way, and she gulped at the hardness of his gaze.
He was really, really angry.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. “And I...I just want you to know that I don’t expect you to understand—”
“Ah, but I do.”
H-He did?
“You need to make a choice,” he drawled, his voice carrying an edge that made her glance up from the antique globe she had been examining. “And so do I.”
Jilly could only look at Guy in complete bemusement. Was this about being his auditor? Was he asking if she would rather have the honor of "quitting" rather than being fired?
Guy couldn't remember feeling this...out of control. Nothing about this day had been according to plan. Then again, nothing he thought about her turned out to be true. She was innocent, not deceitful. Adorable, not manipulative. Untouched...but only until she was claimed. And because there was no damn way he would someone as precious as her be wasted with a certain obnoxious idiot—
"Marry me," Guy heard himself say...and all because he would rather destroy his own freedom than let another man discover what belonged to him.
Jillian was still staring at him as if she was unable to believe what she had just heard.
"Marry me."
And so he said it again—slowly, clearly, and firmly—and this time the words had Jillian jerking in her seat.
"T-That’s not a joking matter—”
“Who says I’m joking?” he asked coolly. "I want you to marry me because it's the only way to have you, and I don't intend to share."
"This isn't..." Jilly shook her head. “This isn't like you. I...I know you—”
“How?” he asked silkily. “How do you know me?”
Because I’m your fan!
“Because you’re my fan?”
Jilly let out a gasp, her hand instinctively reaching for the armrest of her chair as if she needed something solid to anchor herself to reality.
"Yes, Jillian. I know everything. Or would you rather I call you...Miss President?"
Chapter Nine
Jilly: When are you free? I need to update you.
Jack: Define “update.”
Jilly: Life event level.
Jack: Am I emotionally prepared?
Jilly: Emotionally? Who are you and what did you do to my Jack?
"SO, LET'S SEE..."
Some people liked to do yoga. Other people liked to drink. Jilly, though...
She liked to pray...while making origami as she brainstormed with herself, herself, and Jilly No. 3.
"Statistically speaking, the odds of a whirlwind celebrity marriage lasting more than five years are approximately twelve percent, but that's accounting for typical Hollywood relationships where both parties have a history of serial monogamy and commitment issues..."
Guy could not remember feeling this fascinated as he watched Jilly create magic from a sheet of paper...while turning marriage proposals into mathematical equations.
"But if we factor in the unprecedented variable of the celebrity in question having specifically orchestrated an entire professional audit just to see me again..."
Jilly paused in her folding to scribble numbers on a legal pad that Guy had supplied at her request, albeit with an odd look.
"Plus the documented evidence of his possessive territorial behavior regarding other potential suitors, the statistical probability shifts dramatically..."
That he was watching her through surveillance cameras, Guy had zero guilt about. Given his line of work, and all the crazy attempts to invade his privacy, this was non-negotiable. And now, an unforeseen benefit.
Guy watched Jilly reach into her purse and pop a mint into her mouth.
Shit.
The mere sight of her tongue darting out to catch the small white candy had his entire body tightening to the point of pain. He had never wanted a woman this much. Never felt this mesmerized about any other woman either. And it was why...Jillian had to marry him.
She was his.
And she was deluded if she thought there was a slightest chance in hell he would let her walk out of his ranch without her promise to be his wife.
"ACCORDING TO THIS ARTICLE from Psychology Today, the top five things celebrity fangirls believe they need to win the heart of their crush include: unprecedented access to the celebrity's private life..."