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)
Ash clears his throat.
“It comes with its very own Ash and Max?” Jordan yells and then rushes to hug them both. He looks back at me over his shoulder. “This is my favorite feature of the house.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
When they pull out of the hug, Max slaps Jordan’s shoulder. “I never thought I’d see the day where you’d settle down with someone, but you have a winner with Blake. Ever since he picked us up from the airport, he has not shut up about how great you are. And if anyone can see past all your bullshit, they have to be a keeper.”
Jordan holds his heart. “Aww, that was almost a compliment you gave me. Good try.”
Ash rolls his eyes at both of them. “Go check out the rest of your new house, and then meet us on the terrace for drinks.”
“We have a terrace?” Jordan exclaims.
Fuck, he’s cute when he’s excited.
I take him by the hand and show him everything else the house has. A gym, a music room for me to play in, a steam room, a hot tub outside with a pool, and then I show him our bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a long expanse of valley and LA in the distance.
“Is it too much?” I ask and am nervous about the answer.
“No. It’s … everything.” Jordan steps closer to me. “You give me everything, and I never knew I could feel this way. Like my heart wants to explode and break at the same time.”
“Break?” I croak.
“At the idea that this could all go away. I want to hold on too tightly and am scared of losing it all.”
“I know there’ll be times where those old doubts will come back. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have doubts myself. Not because of you or who you are, but because of this industry. I want to do this right. And I want us to last.”
“I want us forever,” Jordan whispers.
And in that moment, he gives me everything as well.
Epilogue
Blake
THREE YEARS LATER
* * *
Waking up in your very own private hotel in the Virgin Islands is supposed to be relaxing. And okay, it might only be our very own for a month, and it’s technically a working vacation, but still, getting woken up by Harley knocking on the door to my villa telling me to get my lazy ass out of bed and to work should not be allowed.
I roll over, and the other side of the bed is cold and empty. I sit up to get my bearings and spot Jordan at the small dining table in our villa. He has his reading glasses on—a new addition he hates because, in his words, he’s never felt older—and is looking over something on his laptop. Probably another script a studio has sent him that they want him to direct.
Where Ben’s career took a sharp nosedive after his bad behavior was exposed, Jordan’s has only soared. His directorial debut was critically acclaimed, and it made him a big name instantly.
As for mine, I’ve had two major roles in blockbuster movies that surpassed Coby Godspeed in both box office earnings and my paycheck, but I’m still searching for that one golden role. I’m honing my craft and learning new things every day. I might not have been recognized by the Academy Awards yet, but I also have faith I’ll get there eventually. Even if it takes seven nominations before I get the coveted win like Leonardo DiCaprio, I’m willing to put in the work.
With both Jordan and me solidly working, it’s rare to be on vacation together, and we’ve spent a lot of the last three years on location away from each other, but we’ve never been stronger as a couple.
Our first time apart, we had some separation issues, some teething problems, but as we settled into our new normal between our careers and each other, we found a way that works for us.
It involves a lot of communication and naked video calls.
“This is supposed to be a vacation,” I say to my very distracted boyfriend. His eyes are glued to the screen in front of him.
He doesn’t even look away as he answers. “For me. Didn’t you hear Harley? You have to get to work.”
I slip out of bed and approach him, my cock hard and tenting my boxer briefs. Then I throw my leg over him and straddle his waist. He finally leans back and looks me in the eye.
“You need a proper break, or you’ll burn out,” I say.
“Says the guy who hasn’t stopped working for three years.”
“Okay, I admit we both need a break, but you forget that working with the guys from Eleven is relaxing for me. They don’t put pressure on me—they’re like my brothers. And when we work, it’s actually fun for me.”