Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
She nods her head, and I walk into the bedroom, shutting the door, and then pull my shirt off. Tossing it on my bed, I walk to the shower, turning it on and peeling the shorts from my body, my hard-on, almost like stone. I stand under the water, my hands on the wall as my neck hangs down and the water runs down my neck toward my back. Maybe I just need to fuck, and then I’ll be okay. I fist my cock, now my head going back, squeezing the base, my eyes closing, and the only thing coming in to my head are images of Jessica. Her eyes, her lips, her stomach, the way her tits bounce when she runs. I picture her in here with me as I pretend it’s her hand that goes up and down my cock. I come with her name on my lips. I open my eyes and wait for my breathing to return to normal. I get out and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist and another one to dry my hair off. I walk out of the bathroom and open the door, seeing that I’m by myself. A note is left on the table.
Everything is packed. Just pack your workout shit.
I grab my phone and walk to the window, pulling up Roxanne’s name.
Me: You going to be in Tokyo with us?
Roxanne is one of my co-stars. We filmed maybe ten scenes together, but the good thing is that we had steam to let off, and we just fucked. It just happened, and the next day, she took her stuff and blew me a kiss over her shoulder. There was no drama, and there were no names in the paper.
Roxanne: I arrive there tomorrow afternoon right before the event.
I smile, looking down at the phone.
Me: Let’s catch up.
Roxanne: Yes, let’s catch up.
I smile to myself, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind. I get dressed in my black jeans, torn at the knees. I grab a white T-shirt that molds to my chest and grab my beige hooded sweater, tossing it over. I run my hands through my hair and brush my teeth. I put on my black boots, then toss on a black jacket, rolling to cuffs. I throw my clothes in my small backpack. Making my way downstairs, I walk out of the elevator and crash into someone. My hands go out to grab her arms, and I know right away it’s Jessica.
She’s wearing a pink long-sleeved dress that’s so fucking tight I wonder how she is breathing. Okay, fine, it’s not that tight, but she should cover up. Around her hips is a plaid shirt tied in the front. It’s paired with white Converse shoes. She can go from glam, to classy, to sexy as fuck. Her hair is loose now, and she laughs. “I really need to stop tripping over you.”
“Yeah.” It’s the only thing I say to her when I let her go. My fingers tingle as I walk away from her.
I walk with my head down until I spot Cassie. “The bus is here,” she says. I just nod and walk ahead of her toward the bus. When I take a seat, she sits next to me. I put on my sunglasses and get my phone out, scrolling through the pictures from last night. I laugh when I see a couple of me and Jonathan arm in arm.
We get off the bus, and I walk onto the plane, sitting down, and Cassie sits next to me. I never look up, not even when I hear her laughter that shoots through me, causing my leg to go up and down. I don’t move from my seat the whole way, and when the plane touches down, I walk out toward the bus. “What’s your problem?” Cassie asks, sitting next to me. “You haven’t said more than five words to anyone.”
“Tired,” I say. Looking out the window, I see her smiling as she walks toward the bus. She’s walking next to Jonathan, laughing at something he said. His hand goes around her shoulders, and she just lets him. She doesn’t push him off or walk away from him. I shake my head. What the fuck is wrong with me, and why do I fucking care who she’s walking with? Stupid, I think to myself. I put my head back and close my eyes until we get to the next hotel. I walk in and see Yamina and Yolanda in the middle of the lobby handing out keys.
“I have yours already set up,” Cassie says, handing me my key card. “I’m on the same floor this time.”
“Yeah, what is the plan for tonight?” I ask her, walking toward the elevators.
“Dinner if you want or I can cancel. We have the press set up for tomorrow all day, and then red carpet is on the same night, so it’s going to be a long day.”