Her love.
We might not have exchanged the L word, but I can feel it here tonight. We’re both blessing each other’s bodies with the love we haven’t yet said out loud, but are feeling deep in our souls.
And when we come, it all explodes in colour in my mind as I fall over the edge.
I’m freefalling and I don’t know where I’m going to end up.
All I know is that I need Presley by my side wherever that is.
I wake up to the sound of voices. Rolling over, I see Presley at the door talking to someone in hushed tones. “Baby,” I murmur, still struggling to wake from the best sleep I’ve had in over a week.
She turns to me and smiles. “Tom’s here. He’s got good news.”
Those two words kick my brain into gear and I sit up, motioning for him to come in. When I see his face, I know the news is more than good and I lift my chin at him. “What?”
“The news isn’t as good as it would be if I were here to tell you the rape allegation had been dismissed, but it’s good, nevertheless.”
I rake my fingers through my hair and frown at him. “For fuck’s sake, Tom, spit it out.”
He beams and points at Presley and me. “You two are all over the place today and your fans are loving it.” He looks at Presley and adds, “They fucking love you.”
“So they’re giving Jett a break now?” Presley asks.
“Fuck yeah, not a word today about him disrespecting women, and no talk about the rape.”
“What’s our next step then?” I ask Tom, knowing he’ll have a plan for our next move. One good day of publicity doesn’t mean my previous bad behaviour will be forgotten any time soon.
Giving me his full attention now, he says, “You two have been invited to a charity lunch today so I suggest you go and continue to wow everyone.”
I drop my head into my hands. Raising money for charity is something I love to do; attending charity lunches is not. Looking back up at him with a groan, I ask, “That’s all you’ve got? Please, anything but a fucking lunch.”
He shakes his head and gives me a regretful glance. “Sorry, man, that’s all we’ve got so suit up and bring the Jett Vaughn charm out.” He drops two tickets for the lunch on the bed and exits the room.
Presley crawls onto the bed and into my lap. With her arms around me, she suggests, “It could be fun. Me, you and some champagne. Oh, and that suit you promised you’d wear.”
I groan again. “And a hundred odd socialites; tonnes of fun.”
Laughing, she kisses me. “How about we show our faces for a bit and then sneak off somewhere where you can have your way with me.”
“Fuck, I never knew you were into that.” The day is getting better with every word she breathes.
“There’s a lot you still have to learn about me, baby,” she promises, and I’m suddenly very awake.
I run my finger lightly across her lips and down her throat. Tracing patterns over her skin there, I ask, “Will I learn some of those things today?”
She catches my hand and places another kiss to my lips. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
Hell, this charity lunch is looking more and more appealing.
My only concern now is whether I’ll be able to keep myself under control with Presley by my side. At the rate she’s going, I’m gonna last all of half an hour.
26
Presley
I eye the woman who is flirting with Jett and drain the glass of champagne in my hand while glaring at her. We’ve been at this charity lunch for two hours now and I can see why Jett hates them. Although the lunch was amazing and the room is beautifully decorated with gorgeous flowers and delicate touches everywhere, the women seem to be mostly superficial bitches who are looking to hook up with a celebrity. And the busty blonde who has her hand on Jett’s arm is no different.
I’ve been listening to her throw herself at him for the last ten minutes, and I’ve held my tongue for that long, for Jett’s sake, but she just told him she’s not wearing any underwear, and as far as I’m concerned, she just crossed a line.