Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“You have a past,” I tell him, leaning in. “A very active past.” Shaking my head. “It was bound to happen.”
“I regret it,” he says, and I watch him. “This moment, right here, makes me regret every single thing I did.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is,” I tell him the truth. “It could be worse.”
“Really?” he asks, his voice defeated. “How could it be worse than I feel right now?”
I try to think of something, a smile forming on my face. “I have no idea, but I’m sure someone with a phone will post a video of previous encounters.”
He laughs. “Thank you,” he says, and I look up at him. “For not letting this ruin the night. For giving me tonight.” He stops talking. “And for coming home with me.”
“Oh, I never said I was going home with you.” I point at him.
“We will see.” He smirks at me, and I know with him, I will do whatever he wants to do. I’m not even going to lie and say I fought him. The second we got into the car, he drove straight to his house. We didn’t make it to the bed the first time, nor the second, but by the third, we were actually in a horizontal position on his bed, and it was fucking spectacular.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Carter
“And cut,” Ivan says, and I get up from the chair. We are in L.A. on the lot that Hillcrest owns to film for the next two weeks before we go back to Montana to finish it. “It was good.” Ivan comes to me. “This take, you had more heart in it.”
I nod at him. “It’s starting to sink in that he may never see his daughter again,” I tell him. This script is gold. It could have gone to a dozen other actors, but I fought for it, and now I am playing my dream role.
“Perfect. See you Wednesday,” he says and walks away. “Don’t forget the dinner we have with the crew Friday night. Yeah?”
I nod, grabbing my phone and checking my calendar. Tomorrow is the Grammys, so I have the day off, but I have to be on set Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday bright and early. I walk out to the trailer and open the door, finding Erin sitting at the table. We’ve been inseparable for the past two and a half weeks, and every night I slip into bed with her, I sleep better than I did the night before. After the restaurant, I thought she was going to call it quits. Fuck, I don’t even want to think about it, but she didn’t. She sat at the table with her head high and enjoyed the whole meal, never once giving those girls any inkling that it bothered her.
“Jessica, that would be amazing.” I hear her talking on the phone when I walk in and grab a bottle of water. “Friday would work perfect. He can sit down with you at five.” She looks over at me, and I nod. “I will see you then. Thank you.” She looks at me. “I just got you an interview with Jessica Beckett.”
“Cool,” I tell her, not sure what to say.
“Cool?” she repeats. “Carter, it’s better than cool. It’s the best thing that you could ask for. She doesn’t do interviews anymore. So the fact that she is for me is huge.”
“You did good, baby,” I say, walking to her and leaning down to kiss her with a smile. “You deserve a reward,” I say, and my cock gets hard just thinking about her. I swear we have sex sometimes five times a day, and it’s never enough. Not for me and not for her either. This morning, I was the one who was woken up with her sliding her mouth over me. I had one eye open when she rolled the condom on and then slowly slid down on me. It was slow until she started to come, and then it took off.
“Put that thing away,” she says, pointing at my cock that is now up and ready. “Sylvia and Ryan are due here any minute, and I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous, baby,” I whisper to her, and I’m about to lean in and kiss her when the door opens, and I see Ryan coming up the steps. I move away from her and cover my cock with both hands in front of me.
“Hey, there you guys are,” he says and then looks over at Erin. “I just saw Ivan.” He comes in and Sylvia follows. “I have to say I haven’t seen him smile since he filmed Russian Roulette.”
We both laugh at that comment only because it won him an Oscar. I walk over to Erin, and she moves over, so I slide in next to her, and Sylvia comes in and slides in right before Ryan takes a seat in front of me.