Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“What kind of issue?”
Travis ignored me. “Five, four…”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Instead, I glanced down at my hands. I did that every single time I was about to do one of these stupid truth things.
The red light was my sign. I looked up and exhaled. “I had fun tonight on the group date, but…it didn’t allow me to get to know any of the girls any better. I’m a simple country boy who would rather get on a horse and ride for an hour with one girl than act like some playboy at a nightclub in Vegas. Other than some dancing and decent drinks, I didn’t get much out of tonight. I vote for no more group dates.” I glanced away, then back at the camera. “And I think it’s time for Sarriah to leave.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! There were no swipes tonight,” Travis growled as I pulled the earpiece out.
I stood and walked out of the bedroom. We were in a penthouse suite, so I walked straight over to the fully stocked bar and poured myself some whiskey. I wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker, but tonight, I would be.
Larry took off the mic while Paul and Louie wrapped things up quickly and started to leave. “You want me to tell them you’ll be down in a bit?” Paul asked.
“Thanks, Paul. I won’t be long.”
He and I had become friends these past few weeks, and I appreciated him giving me the time I needed to get my head back on straight. Travis had wanted me to ride back to Montana in the plane with the girls, and I’d flat-out refused. If we weren’t filming, I wasn’t spending time with any of them. It wasn’t that I didn’t like some of them. I did. Kimber was fun, and someone I could see myself hooking up with if I’d met her outside of the show. I liked Lynn; she was shy, and I had to admit, I found myself wanting to know more about her, but not because I was attracted. She was just a nice person. I could see us being friends.
But none of them were Kipton. None of them made me feel like I was losing my damn mind but…in a good way.
“We need to leave for the airport in about an hour,” Paul reminded me “Make sure you grab something to eat.”
I smiled at him. “Thanks, Dad.”
He shot me the finger and shut the door behind him.
Walking over to the sofa, I sat down and closed my eyes. My mind instantly brought up the image of Kipton in the club, wearing a dress that instantly made everyone else in the place vanish.
She looked so beautiful…but the expression on her face gutted me. She looked disappointed. Hurt. Angry. Hell, maybe all three, I wasn’t even sure.
The night had been painful enough, with me trying to act like I was enjoying myself, Travis yelling in my ear every few seconds, two cameras following my every move. When that damn song started, and the women got less inhibited, I decided to hell with it. Seven beautiful women were trying to get my attention, and what harm was there in having a bit of fun? I knew I wasn’t going to kiss any of them because that was just a dick move. I honestly thought it wasn’t fair to do so when I could only think about kissing one woman.
Kipton.
But by letting my guard down, I’d encouraged them in a way I didn’t intend. And Kipton had to witness women dancing up against me while I wore a stupid smile. I’m sure I appeared to be enjoying it. I wasn’t turned on, but from where Kipton was standing…
We weren’t together. So why in the hell did I feel like I’d cheated on her?
“This is all so fucked up,” I whispered again as I put the glass to my mouth and finished the whiskey. Setting the glass on a coffee table, I scrubbed my hand down my face. I needed to leave, but I wasn’t ready to give up the peace and quiet just yet.
I dropped back against the sofa, and a bag in the corner caught my eye. I stood and walked over, and noticed Rose and Kipton’s purses were next to it. When I opened the bag, it was the clothes Kipton had been wearing when we left Montana.
I straightened and looked at the door. Winnie had entered behind me earlier…and what had she said? Something about leaving the change of clothes for Kipton…
Kipton would be coming up to the room. Would she be alone?
I glanced back at the bag and decided it was worth the risk. I grabbed my glass and refilled it, then made my way back to the door, where I turned off the lights to the room. I headed to the sofa, sat down, and waited.