“Not annoyed.” I leaned against the door. “Might be nice to stay in one place for a while. Selena might like it better.”
“She’ll come?”
I grinned at Livy. “She is my wife after all.”
Liv smiled back. “Whatever you say. Look, I have to go. Take the night off. We’ll talk tomorrow morning.”
“Sounds good.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Fine, Liv. Thanks.”
She nodded once and then turned and walked off. I was surprised by how much Livy seemed to care; I hadn’t been sure she had it in her. People could surprise you sometimes.
I turned back to the door and swiped my keycard, unlocking it. The light was on inside and Selena was in the bathroom. Fully dressed, unfortunately.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Guess.”
“Our lovely handler?”
“Exactly.” I walked into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled as I kissed her neck.
“What did she want?”
“Good news,” I said.
“What?”
“My movie got the green light.”
“Nash!” She turned around and kissed me. “That’s great.”
“They want me to come act as a consultant. Filming starts in a month, so I guess we’ll be going to L.A. soon.”
She smiled. “That’s amazing.”
“We’ll stay in one place, won’t have to travel around. Have you been there before?”
She shook her head. “No. Never.”
“You’ll like it.” I kissed her, pulling her roughly against me. “Now, I have something else I want from you.”
She smiled. “I think I can guess what that is.”
I pressed my lips against her ear. “Get used to it,” I said.
I kissed her hard, not a fucking care in the world.
31
Selena
I woke up early, my body tired and sore in a good way. Nash was still sleeping next to me as I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door.
The night before flashed through my mind. We hadn’t left the bed, and he’d been insatiable. We stopped only to have some room service. He wouldn’t keep his hands off of me, his fingers so incredible, his mouth all over my skin, his cock deep between my legs.
I shivered, smiling at the thought of him sliding in and out of me, over and over, his strong hands rough on my hips.
Nash Bell. The biggest asshole in the world, my fake husband. I didn’t know what was happening between us, or where any of this was going, but I knew I wanted to be with him. I wanted to go to L.A. and see what happened. Maybe things wouldn’t work out, maybe we’d end up getting a divorce for real. Maybe he just wanted to fuck me until he was done with me. I didn’t know. But I wanted to find out.
Because I was falling for him, deeply and crazily.
I sighed, looking in the mirror. I was trying desperately not to think about what had happened with that crazy guy, but I kept getting flashes of his face. I could feel the gun pressed up against my head and feel my heart hammering in my chest, fear spiking through me.
I took a deep breath and let it out.
It was okay. Nash was in the other room, and I was safe. He wasn’t going to leave again, and if he did, he’d come back. He always came back.
Just then, my phone began to ring. I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I quickly ran out of the bathroom and grabbed it off the dresser. Nash stirred and looked up at me. “What time is it?” he grunted, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t recognize the number, but the area code was from my hometown.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, honey. It’s Mom.”
“Hey, Mom,” I said, walking away from Nash. He was watching me too intently. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. “What’s going on? I didn’t recognize the number.”
“Sorry to call so early.” She sounded stressed and tired. “I’m calling from the hospital.”
My breath caught in my chest. “Dad?” I asked.
“I think you should come home.”
I could hear the pain in her voice. I could hear it in her voice, knew what was happening, but I couldn’t believe it.
He had looked bad the last time I’d seen him, very bad. But I didn’t think we were at this point, not yet. We were so far away from this point, years away. I hadn’t even gotten their money yet.
“Why?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“He’s doing a lot worse than I’ve been telling you,” Mom said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin your new marriage, but it’s pretty bad. That’s why we came to visit you guys. We weren’t sure if we’d ever get another chance.” She paused for a second. “Sweetie,” she said, choking slightly, “you need to come home.”