Fall Read Online Kristen Callihan (VIP #3)

Categories Genre: New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: VIP Series by Kristen Callihan
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 144042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 720(@200wpm)___ 576(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
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My eyes close, and I’m sinking into the feel of her when her grip on my waist tightens. “When did he first show up?”

Hell. “Right before we went flying.”

Stella jerks in my arms but doesn’t try to leave me.

I swallow a hard knot of remorse. “At first, I couldn’t believe that your dad would actually …”

“Be such a thoughtless dick?” She says it so bluntly, like he didn’t just punch a hole through her heart.

“Do that to you,” I say, pained. “I should have told you immediately. I know that. But I didn’t want to upset you and we were going out … Shit.” I hold onto her, not sure if I’m doing it for her or for myself. “It was completely selfish of me. I should have told you. I was going to tell you afterward, but I forgot.”

She doesn’t say a word, which feels somehow worse. She should be yelling at me, but instead she’s still leaning against my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my back. I swallow convulsively.

“I swear to God, Stells, I didn’t mean to forget.” Licking my dry lips, I force myself to finish. “I saw him walk toward and it all came tumbling back. I can’t believe I did that to you.”

Stella takes a step back and stares up at me without expression. With my thumb, I wipe a silvery trail of tears from her cheek, and she leans into my hand.

“You have a problem with remembering things,” she says.

“Yeah.” It’s worse when my mind is cloudy with other things. “But that doesn’t make it okay.”

Those clear, lake-blue eyes, full of hurt and regret, hold mine. “I’m guessing you beat yourself up pretty badly for it.” When my hand goes stiff and I try to draw away, she wraps her fingers around my wrist, keeping me there against her cheek. “You have a good heart, John. That counts for a lot. Maybe I should be angry, but I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when he …” She bites her lip hard. “He only came back for money.”

A sob breaks free, and then she crumples in my arms. I gather her up again and hold on as she cries. Stella doesn’t weep silently. She is loud, her entire body quaking. This is rage and hurt and despair. I’ve heard this sound inside my own head, felt this type of pain many times, and it never gets easier.

She’s struggling to keep it contained, swallowing her cries down in great gulps. “I’m so angry, John. It’s stuck inside me, and I can’t get rid of it.”

I run my fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. “Use me, honey. Take it out on me.”

This stops her cold. Her face is red and swollen from tears. “No. I will never use you. That’s not the way it is between us.”

Her ferocity makes me smile. “It’s okay. I can handle it. Besides, I want to do this for you.”

With a sigh, Stella presses her lips to the center of my chest, and her hands slide down my back as if she’s taking comfort in touching me. “I don’t know how to let go.”

But I do. I grab her hand and squeeze it. “Come with me.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

John

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“What is this place?” Stella asks as I let her into the massive loft in SoHo.

She walks around, taking in the open space, the few scattered deep couches, and then sees the stage toward the back.

“Practice space.” I shut the door and the sound of silence envelops me. The loft has been designed for optimum acoustics. “There’s a couple of recording booths over there.” I point to the glassed-in rooms where our producers will come and work now and then.

“Cool.” She glances up at me with wide, blue eyes. “What are we doing here?”

“Come on and see.” Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the stage where all Kill John’s equipment is set up.

“You’re going to sing some songs?” An excited light illuminates her face and she kind of jumps in place. “Yes!”

I give her a quick smile. “No. We’re going to do them together.”

Her happy expression falls. “What? We? No …” Laughing, she shakes her head. “I don’t know how to play any instruments. And believe me now—I can’t sing. Not even a little.”

With a hand on the small of her back, I guide her up the stage stairs. “Doesn’t matter, babe. It’s just us.”

“No, really. I can’t. As in, I sound like a cat is having sex with a cow. It’s scary.”

I laugh while turning on the mic. “That’s something I’ll never get out of my head. But I’m willing to risk worse. Now, stop making excuses.”

Stella huffs, setting her hands on her hips. “How is this supposed to make me feel better? I should be getting a bubble bath, not humiliation on a stage.”


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