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Page 23I need to come clean.
I do. I know this. Every day I wait to tell her, it compounds the repercussions. But I’m not ready to end this… this… whatever it is. This perfect weekend. This chance she represents. I don’t want her to know I’m a sneaky asshole, even though she probably already knows that. I’m getting the impression that I’ve erased some of my bad behavior on Saint Thomas and I really don’t want to fuck that up.
She rolls over and turns her back to me in bed. I take this as a sign. I’m a superstitious actor, I look for signs. And this qualifies. I can’t tell her yet. Tomorrow. When I take her home. I’ll tell her before I leave. For sure. She turns back and her hand slides up and down my abs.
“You’ve got my attention, Mrs. Invisible Man.”
“Mmmm. I need to go home.”
‘What?”
“I do, I have so much to do. Should I buy a ticket?”
“What?” I’m floored. Never in a million years did I think she’d want to go home today. “But it’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, I know. But I can’t keep avoiding Bebe. She will want to talk about the interview.”
Tray was her first real relationship. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised that she was a virgin. That must’ve been enough to bring back her condition.
That interview was a major step forward for her. It’s time and she knows that.
“What’s wrong?” Grace asks, lifting her head up off my chest so she can see my face.
“Just… Samantha. She’s been doing so well for so many years. I really thought it was over.”
“She was very strong and determined in her interview.”
She was. I feel very proud of my little sister right now. And no one gave a shit about that video of her. The whole country is talking about Grace. “I know she was exceptionally strong and it went better than I ever imagined. But I worry about her. And you,” I add. Because I’m far more worried about Grace than Sam. “Bebe is your best friend,” I tell her, bringing us back to the topic of her leaving. “You can call her on the phone and go home tomorrow, no big deal.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to turn into one of those girls who drops her BFFs for a guy. Even if said guy is a famous movie-star. Tonight is Dirty Heaven and I’ve been absent so much lately. I don’t feel connected. I feel… sort of… adrift.”
“You’re having social media withdrawal?”
“So play Dirty Heaven here.”
“Here?” She looks around quickly. “Oh God, I’d be way too embarrassed.”
“Why, because all your tweets are about me?”
“That, and if they know I’m with you, and they will, they will torment you relentlessly.”
My hand slips up to her breast and I pinch her nipple. Not hard, but forcefully, making her squeal a little. “So let them. You can guard my honor.”
That makes her snort. “I have to be honest, for the last three years my Dirty Heaven nights have been all about you. Now what do I tweet about?”
“Ah,” I say as my hand dips down between her legs. “I see the problem. You don’t want to make any promises you can’t keep.”
She giggles against my chest.
“No,” she says immediately. “That’s not it at all.”
I flip her over, straddle her ass, my hard cock pressed against the slit of her pussy, and I lean into her neck and give her a small bite that makes her buck underneath me. “Then it’s settled. You stay here. I fuck you until you’re sore. Then I’ll share you with Bebe and the rest of the Filthy Blue Birds.” She turns her head and I immediately go in for a kiss. “Is that a deal, sweets?”
“I don’t have any clothes. You only got me that one outfit for yesterday.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. This is a clothes-free zone. You have be naked. Sorry, that’s just how it is.”
“Since when?” she squeals. “What about Felicity?”
“Yeah, well, she’s staying at the parents’ pool house with Conner, I think.”
“Are they dating?”
“Fuck, no!” I say a little too quickly. “Fuck. No. They’re working on a project for me. Together. That’s all. Now let’s get back to our little deal where I get to fuck you sore today.”