nk you, Kate. I’m trying to block out his manwhoreness and prove a point to Noah,” Charlie adds with sarcasm.
“Hey.” Lex winces. “Can we stop talking about me being a manwhore? I’m offended.”
“Oh, please…” Charlie rolls her eyes, “… you loved it.”
I’m done with the nagging, ready to pull out some lame excuse about an early meeting just to be able to leave the house.
“Noah, you need to settle down. You don’t have forever to get married and start a family.” Charlie isn’t afraid to speak her mind. “You’ve had enough time being Mr. Rebound or whatever they call you. Now is the time to find your lady. No more messing around.”
“My lady?” I laugh.
Lex joins in, shaking his head.
“You know what?” Kate adds. “Charlie has a point. You’ve screwed more women than most guys. I once read that twenty-eight is the age to start planning for the future. You don’t want to be forty looking for a wife. You’re only one step away from a lifetime prescription to Viagra.”
“Forty?” I scowl. “C’mon. That’s the new thirty. I’m not interested in a relationship.”
“So, there’s no one at all you see yourself settling down with? If you could have any woman in the world, who would you settle in a relationship with?” Kate asks, teasing me because she can see this topic is testing my patience.
Charlie waits in anticipation as Lex scrolls through his phone with a look of amusement on his face.
On top of the kitchen table sits a trashy entertainment magazine. On the front cover is Scarlett Winters, an actress who’s heavily in the tabloids due to her Oscar-winning roles and sometimes controversial love life. I won’t argue that she’s the most stunning woman on this planet. Platinum blonde hair with hazel eyes covered in long, luscious black lashes. Her body is amazing. Implants, perhaps, but amazing curves. And her ass—to fucking die for. I mean, that booty would look fantastic sitting on my cock.
“Scarlett Winters,” I say in one breath.
“The actress?” the three of them say at the same time.
I nod, blissfully looking at her face on the front cover.
“So, if the universe delivered Scarlett Winters to your doorstep, you’d settle down with her?” Kate asks.
“Uh-huh.” As if that would ever happen. An A-list Hollywood star wanting a relationship with a non-celebrity. I could possibly fuck her. I know that much. But a relationship? I fucking wish. I imagine waking up next to her every morning. I’d be in fucking heaven, tapping that ass every fucking chance I got. I have a better chance of winning the Lotto or even pigs flying and landing on the moon.
“I don’t blame you,” Lex grins. “She’s quite something.”
“Well…” Charlie says, annoyed, “… if it gets her off the market, so my husband has no chance, I’m in.”
“You’re in what?” I ask, confused.
“Kate and I will get you a date with Scarlett Winters. It only takes one date. Sprinkle that Mason charm on her, and before you know it, we’ll be hearing wedding bells. I have the perfect plan already.” Charlie smiles with satisfaction.
“Um, we will?” Kate narrows her eyes while frowning. “How?”
“Because we’re women… that’s how. Girl power, baby.”
“C’mon… Scarlett Winters?” I repeat, followed by a huff. “This is ludicrous.”
These women have no clue how to even contact her, let alone get me a date. Just agree, there’s no way these two could pull this off. Soon, they’ll forget about this stupid dare and carry on with their sad, pathetic lives.
“You need to shake on this, promise us that you’ll settle down once and for all if you start dating Scarlett,” Charlie tells me.
I extend my hand. “Deal. And do you know why I’m agreeing?”
Both of them shake their heads in unison.
“Because it’ll never happen. Do you know how hard it is to get in contact with a celebrity? She has an army of people you’ll need to get through. It’s comical, this whole settle-down-Noah plan.” I laugh at my own words.
“I like to prove people wrong,” Charlie responds confidently. “It’s what I do for a living. So, wait and see.”