CLYVE
IGNORING THE HEAT swept over my body, I gave her a huge grin while her eyes were still wide in surprise. There was also unconcealable anticipation that swam in her blue pools.
She completely turned to face me, then scrolled her gaze from my face down to my toes. “You look...” She met my gaze again.
WESTLEYIT’D HAD BEEN bugging me for weeks, but I couldn’t ruin the things we've already started. The story was also important to me. I knew what would happen when Austen mentioned about his painting, and he made me promise to tell Clyve before the book launching, but I never imagined that day would be tonight, and I just ruined the best night of his life.Clyve stared at me, his gaze was vicious. “Come again?”I felt my throat choke up. I still gathered all my power to explain since I already blew the b
CLYVE“WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller.I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.
CLYVETHE TRAFFIC WAS horrendous.I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.“Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,” I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.“Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,” the cab driver answered with disinterest. In
WESTLEY“YOU DON’T HAVE to do this.” It was our twelfth destination in four months tour with the Linton private jet. It wasn’t that I was complaining because spending time with Clyve was the best time of my life.When he asked me for a dinner date during the book signing, I knew it was the first of so many, and who was I to say no when all I could think was him every time I fell asleep and woke up every morning for weeks.
CLYVEAll I COULD think at this moment was how good it felt to hit my bed and snore under my sheet.Alone.Not with the blonde who talked a lot— Emily.She kept batting her eyelashes as she told me about her first photoshoot experience. She was a boudoir model according to her profile onHeartRatedowned by my
WESTLEYTHE OAK trees rising out on both sides of the driveway were like a gateway to paradise. Those were one of many things around here that I learned to appreciate and love. There was also something in this place that I didn’t find in the city, perhaps its the serenity that the city couldn&r
CLYVE“YOU CAN’T and won’t ever control my life anymore, Skip because Dad told you so. It
WESTLEYOh, boy. I’m in big trouble.I WAS SUCH a pig for treating the only guest we had so badly. My words just came out strong and wrong. Although, I must admit that I did it on purpose.To be honest, Clyve was hot, yet you couldn’t see an aura of a cocky playboy from the city who had only one goal in life—to get into your pants.