Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Max then walks over to the lift and disappears downstairs. I stare at the closed doors behind him. Who in the hell does this guy think he is? He marches in here like Fabio, refuses my kiss, tells me not to touch him and then tells my bodyguard he’s going to kick his ass if he doesn’t leave. I stomp back to the others where Wilson grabs me affectionately around the neck in a headlock. Joshua stands still, his hands in his pockets, glares at him and raises a brow. Wilson immediately drops his arm from me. Oh right, so Wilson isn’t allowed to touch me either. Unbelievable.
“I’m getting coffee,” I snap.
“I’ll come too,” Bridget smiles as she grabs her bag. As soon as we get into the lift Bridget starts to jump up and down. “Oh my God. I have to ring Abbie.” She pulls out her phone and starts to text. She reads out what she texts: “Hot. Hot. Hot. Smoking fucking hot.” She laughs out loud for the first time in days. She continues to text as she reads out loud: “Mr. Stanton is back in town.” She wobbles her stupid head around to accentuate her point.
I glare at her deadpan. “You’re such a loser. Did you hear the attitude he was giving me? Hello…Newsflash. He cheated on me, the asshole. He can’t come back here throwing me orders. Who in the hell does he think he is?”
Bridget smiles and bites her lip as she hunches her shoulders. “But you are in the same room as him.”
“So,” I answer flatly.
“So, who knows what could happen? You could be having passionate make up sex. Maybe later tonight even.” She widens her eyes as she puts her hands above her head and does sparkle fingers in excitement.
I roll my eyes. “Are you on crack?” I snap. The doors open and I march into the foyer. I find two security guards waiting for me. Bloody hell, I am sick to death of these guards everywhere.
Half an hour, a huge chocolate and a cup of tea later, I have calmed myself down to simply just rage and have devised a making-it-through-strategy with Bridget. I’m going to wait for him to talk to me. I tried to kiss him first and he brushed me off. I am not going to appear needy. So, the ball is in his court, I’m not begging. No fucking way. I am going to be cool, calm, collected and totally self-absorbed…just like him.
The thing about waiting for a mule to apologize is that it’s ridiculous. I have never met a more stubborn…more annoying, pig headed, utterly gorgeous bastard in my entire life. He has not made eye contact with me in four days. I’m not talking passing each other in a corridor and looking the other way kind of eye contact, I mean sitting opposite each other in a circular lounge in a hospital waiting room, where he refuses point blank to even look at me. I sit on the floor next to the coke machine with Wilson as I watch Bridget and Joshua talking on the lounge. She’s telling a story and being all animated, he is leaning back on his chair with his head on the cushion, his legs are spread wide and he’s laughing. Cameron, who is sitting opposite them, is laughing too, what are they talking about?
Wilson’s eyes gaze at where I am looking. “You okay, chick?”
he asks quietly.
I nod and smile. “Yeah.” I bump him with my shoulder. “You?”
He smiles and bumps me back. “Yeah, I’m ok.” His eyes look over at Josh. “Have you spoken to him?”
I drop my head. “No. He won’t even look at me.” He nods solemnly.
“He will come round.”
“I never wanted to hurt him, Wils, I loved him,” I sigh. He gives me a sad smile. “Past tense?”
I shrug as I drop my eyes. I look back over at Joshua who looks relaxed and gentle. Beautiful. Bridget does that to everybody she talks to, especially me. I’m jealous that the boys still want to spend time with her and yet neither Cameron nor Joshua have hardly said a word to me. It’s blatantly obvious that Cam is harboring a grudge. I’m waiting to get him alone so I can have it out with him. I hear the electric lift doors in the background.
“Have you been to LA since we broke up?” Wilson nods and smiles.
“Is Josh with Amelie?” I ask. I know I sound desperate, but I need to know. Wilson will tell me the truth; he’s probably the only non-player in the Stanton family.
He shakes his head and slings his arm around my shoulder. “No.”
“Is he seeing anyone?” I ask. I silently cringe at the loser coming out in me.
He shrugs. “Josh has just been being Josh, no one special, in love with Natasha Marx from afar.”