Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Chapter Fourteen
Jordan
“I’m choosing self-preservation,” I mutter as I throw clothes into my suitcase. “I’d prefer not to have sex with you because I’m a big stupid dummy.” I empty my suitcase on the bed to start repacking again.
Jojo helped me on my way here, and I don’t know how she made it all fit.
Ever since I made the idiotic decision to not have sex with Blake, he had no problem slipping back into friendship mode. We’ve slept in separate beds, the affection he was getting so good at stopped, and sometimes I catch him staring at me with sympathy in his eyes, and that makes me feel even more gross than if I’d slept with him.
I should’ve had sex with him.
Because today we’re leaving Montana and going back to LA, where we’ve been called back to set to resume filming.
Which means I’m walking away from here not only having lost the bet, but I’m so sexually frustrated because even though Blake could easily switch off all the sexual tension, I’m still filled with a need for him.
The thought of making him come, being the first guy to ever see his face flushed, his blue eyes dark with lust while I suck his—
Stop!
I reach for my phone because I need the distraction. I call Ash and put it on speaker so I can keep packing while we talk.
“Don’t tell me,” he answers. “You slept with him.”
“No, I didn’t, and it’s all your fault. I thought you were supposed to be my friend. You give the worst advice ever because now I’m horny and lonely and I have to fly back to LA and see Ben again.”
“I’m the worst person ever. How dare I look out for your well-being!”
“Exactly. Let me be self-destructive. At least then I’d be going back to LA somewhat relaxed and not so … agitated.”
“Go jerk off. That’ll release endorphins or whatever it is that makes people happy.”
“We’re leaving in twenty and I’m not packed, and Jojo’s not here to do it for me.” I sound petulant and entitled, but I don’t care.
Whose idea was it to starve myself of shared orgasms? That guy is a jerk.
There’s a knock on my door, and I turn to see Blake standing there. “It’s true,” he says. “Jerking off releases the same amount of endorphins as sex with someone else. It’s basic science.”
Oh shit, how long has he been standing there, and how much did he hear?
“I thought I heard voices,” Blake says. “I was worried you’d gotten cabin fever and went stir-crazy from not doing anything for a couple of weeks. Good to know you’re not talking to yourself.”
The opposite, actually. I might be sex starved and pining over someone who could never see me as more than an experimental lay, but getting away from Hollywood and pretending it doesn’t exist has been exactly what I needed. Any other time I’ve left, it’s usually been to go home to visit my parents and friends, but that’s never really a vacation. I can’t remember the last time I had a real vacation.
Ben took me to Cancún in between films last year, and that was pretty nice, but he was on the phone ninety percent of the time, trying to lock down his next movie.
Here, I haven’t wanted to think about work because that would mean thinking about Ben, which would make me think about Chad and that car accident, and …
I grunt. “Can we stay? Do we have to go back?”
“You willing to give up the paycheck?”
“No.” I throw more stuff in my luggage.
“You’re never going to fit it all if you don’t fold it.” Blake enters the room and starts helping me.
“Sounds like you’re in good hands, Jord,” Ash says. “I have to go.”
“Thanks for nothing,” I sing.
He laughs before he ends the call.
“Were you serious?” Blake asks. “About not going back?”
“No. As much as I’d love to stay, we need to go back. This movie is already over budget and behind schedule. Everything a studio loves in a multimillion-dollar project.”
“How do you feel about seeing Ben?”
“Like I’d rather put my balls in a blender than have to deal with him.”
“I could make that happen if you want. It’s one way to get out of doing the movie.”
“You’re, like, the bestest friend ever.”
“I know, right? I’m so kind and considerate … Hell, I was even thinking of letting you off the hook with this whole bet thing.” He continues to pack for me, taking out everything I’ve already put in my bags to fold it “properly” and put it back.
“Technically, I could have won. You were practically begging for it.”
“Practically and actually are two different things, but the bet was that we’d have sex, and unless I’m mistaken and all those dreams I’ve been having about you were actually true, then—”