Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Accept.
He clicked accept.
Oh my fucking God.
“Two weeks,” Josh says. “His availability is two weeks from now. Filming, I guess.” His green eyes meet mine. “Is your calendar free?”
There are more fumbling fingers on my part as Josh’s invite on my app arrives through, and yes. Thank fuck. My calendar is free on the same night!
I throw my arms around Josh’s neck like we just won the lottery. I squeeze him like this is the best day of our lives, because I know he’s feeling it too.
Fuck the taxi, it’s time for another De Chante. We sit right back down at the table and order another bottle.
My eyes are filled with happy tears when we toast this time around, and Josh’s eyes are welled up, too. His smile is so full of heart it makes my tummy lurch.
“To us. All three of us,” my boyfriend says, and my lip trembles as I nod.
“To all three of us,” I wipe a tear from my cheek. “Jesus, Josh, I’m so happy for you. I’m so happy for both of us. And for him as well. For all of us.”
“It’s just like it should be,” he says.
The relief is like magic. Stardust in the air.
We’re going to see Heath again!
I’m just so glad he was brave enough to risk it.
As I look across the table at my gorgeous boyfriend and his gorgeous smile, it’s clear to see why he had the courage though. Josh would be worth risking anything for. He’s one in a million. A billion.
And a tiny, tiny little part of me glows inside. Sparking like a flame as I remember the words in the proposal.
I need to see you. Both of you.
Typhoon of shit, or not, I don’t fucking care.
My heart swells. My cheeks blush. My soul soars.
Because there is no doubt about it. It’s there in black and white.
Josh might be one in a billion, worth risking a typhoon of shit for, but for Heath Mason, the idol dreams are made of, I must be worth it, too.
Both of you.
Josh is right.
It’s just as it should be.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
User 762. Male. 51.
I’ve missed my little girl after her long college trip. Your daddy will be incredibly pleased to see you when you return, still in your college uniform.
It will be a delight to have you back home, eating dinner and sharing stories of your trip. Although maybe you’ll have to be honest with your daddy about some of the naughty things you have been up to.
Have you been playing around with filthy boys again, Holly?
Have they been sneaking into your room while you’ve been away?
Or maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’ve been a very, very good girl for your daddy. Hand on your precious heart as you tell me so, my little sweetheart. Daddy will love you regardless, even if he has to punish you first.
I already know you’ll be a convincing actress, Holly. Schoolgirl outfit. Pigtails. White socks.
Oral, pussy, anal. Spanking (including pussy) if necessary. Deep cleaning in the shower, if necessary.
Whatever the outcome of our roleplay, please expect things to get very heated. Daddy has indeed been missing you.
Duration: 14 hours.
Proposal price: £8000.
Daddy may have been missing me, but the feeling is entirely mutual. I have a spring in my step as I get my trusty school uniform from my wardrobe and prepare myself to see my amazing client again after such a long time.
I’m pulling on my sweet school socks when Josh walks into the bedroom, towelling his hair as he prepares for a proposal of his own.
He smirks as he checks me out. “You’re damn convincing. I’d think you were dressed up for college myself if I didn’t know better.”
“Good job. Wouldn’t want my days with Daddy to be too limited. I won’t be such a convincing college girl for ever.”
Josh sits down on the bed, a towel around his waist as he stares at me. His abs look fucking gorgeous.
“We’ve never talked about the future much, have we? Not like that.”
“Not like what?”
I smooth down my blouse, wanting to look perfect for Daddy.
“About how long we’re going to be in the entertainment business for. I’m talking years, not months here. A lot of people use being an entertainer as a stop gap. To bank the cash until they… move on.”
I make sure my pigtails are straight in the mirror.
“I was absolutely gutted at the thought of losing my account. I love my career.” I shoot Josh a look. “So do you though, right? You don’t want to hand in your hardcorer notice anytime soon, do you?”
“No. No way. Not any time in the foreseeable. I enjoy it too much.”
“Good.” I grin. “I’d miss so many of my clients.”
“Same. Some beyond measure.” He grins back, and I know exactly which client in particular he’s talking about.
Two weeks. Just two weeks left to go.