Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Quante pizze prenderai?” How many pizzas will you take? she asks gruffly.
“Dieci.” Ten, I answer her. “Margarita.”
“Va bene.” Good, she says, then turns to yell, “Marco.” I want to say that all ten were not eaten, but we had to order two more. Most of it went to the men, who couldn’t stop eating. We all piled into the boat for it to bring us back to the little island where we are staying.
Walking into the lobby, I make my way to my room with Cassie beside me. “The plane leaves at eleven tomorrow.”
“Sounds good,” I say, looking down at my phone to see if I have any messages. “I guess I’ll see you at eleven.” I walk out of the elevator and to my room, scanning the card to enter. FaceTiming Jessica, I smile when she answers after one ring. “Are you coming here, or am I going there?”
She laughs. “Is this your way of saying you want to spend time with me?” she jokes, and I shrug off my jacket.
“I’ll be there in five. Keep the dress on.”
“Really?” she says. “Is that because you can finally see the zipper?” I disconnect the phone and change into my workout clothes for tomorrow. In case anyone sees me, I could always say I’m going to work out. I make my way to her room, scanning the card and walking in.
She is bent over the desk, typing something on her computer, but my body has a mind of its own. Slapping her on her ass, she jumps. “Ouch,” she says, “that hurt.”
“Did it?” My hands grip her hips now, pulling her to me. “Let me make it better.” My head falls and kisses her. My hand moves from her hips to the back of her dress and that big ass zipper she has all the way down her back. The sound of the zipper fills the rooms along with her moans. I walk her to the bed, and by the time I’m finished with her, her dress lies on the side of the bed.
“I want you to meet my mom,” I tell her after she comes out of the bathroom with her hair piled on top of her head. She stops in her tracks and looks at me. “Well, actually my mom and my dad.”
“When?” Her feet finally move as she comes to bed and gets in.
“Um, in Paris.” I turn to look at her. She is wearing my T-shirt that I had on when I walked in the room. “They are going to be there, and I want you to meet them.”
“I don’t . . .” she starts to say, and I pull her to me.
“Please.” Her eyes come to mine. “I really, really want her to meet you.”
“But what are you going to tell them?” I’ve been contemplating that same question since I decided I wanted her to meet my mother. I want to be able to say, “Hey, Mom, this is my girlfriend.” I want to be fucking normal for once.
“We can tell them we are dating, or we can tell them you’re a friend.” Not sure why but the second part feels like acid coming out of my mouth. “It really doesn’t matter to me as long as you meet them.”
“But what about the press?” she asks the age-old question. “What about Cassie? What about the paparazzi? It’s the official release.”
“We can have dinner privately with just the four of us.” I answer one question at a time. “Cassie will not be there, and I won’t tell her about it either.” Taking a deep breath, I say, “I just want to be a normal guy who wants to introduce his parents to a girl who is really cool. That he likes a lot, that he scratches all his itches with.”
“Okay,” she says softly. She crawls to me, and throwing a leg over me, she straddles me. Now my cock thinks it’s time for another round. “I’ll meet your mom and dad.”
She kisses me, holding my face in her small hands. “Thank you.” Pulling her close to me, I say, “I think I have another itch.”
She sits up straight. “Really?” She grabs the shirt, tossing it over her head. “Me, too.”
Chapter Eighteen
Jessica
This secret couple were spotted strolling on the beach hand in hand in Malibu.
“I think that was the fastest flight we’ve had,” I say to Tyler, unbuckling my seat belt to stand. He got on last, and lucky for me, the seat next to me was open. “We only watched one episode of Dateline.”
“I called the last case,” he says, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. His shirt rises a touch, showing his smooth stomach; a stomach I am very familiar with. I stand next to him as we walk out of the plane, and I hold onto the railing since I’m wearing heels. Even though we aren’t meeting his parents today, I dressed up a bit just in case. I’m wearing my tight dark gray pants with the same color belt tied in a bow on the side. I paired it with my tight white long-sleeved, slightly off-the-shoulder shirt. Holding my bag next to me, I get on the bus, and we make our way to the Four Seasons.