Hollywood Princess (Hollywood Royalty 2)

“I’m going to pay you back.” I look over at Brian, and now he glares at me. “You are not going to be stuck paying my debt.”

“It’s not your debt. It’s Tommy’s debt, and I won’t have it touching you,” he says, leaning back against the counter. He doesn’t say anything else because there is a ring at the door. “I swear to God,” he starts saying, “if that is one more flower delivery, I’m sending it back.”

I just smile when word got out about everything that I went through, and the flowers started arriving once they found out where she was. Now the whole house has flowers; you literally smell them everywhere. He walks to the door, and when he opens it, the man is standing there in the UPS outfit, and he hands him the envelope in his hand. “Perfect timing,” he says and closes the door and then looks at Cori. “Is everything ready?”

“Yup.” She smiles, standing next to me. “Her bags are on the plane and ready to go.”

“What is going on? Where am I going?” I look at them, and then Brian comes over to me.

“I know I promised you we could stay here, but …” he starts saying. “Well, I FaceTimed my mom when we got here, and she saw the décor, and she has the men coming in to gut this place tomorrow morning.”

“What?” I ask in shock, looking around. Okay, there is a lot of wood and antlers. “What if I tell you that I don’t want to change anything?”

“Then I’ll ask you if you knocked your head when Tommy kidnapped you,” Cori says.” Jesus, have you looked around here? It’s well, it’s very rustic, and you are a country girl, yes, but you aren’t this country.”

“So where are we going?” I ask him, and he smiles.

“The beach for one month,” he says, and I try to hide my excitement. “One month, me and you on our own private island.”

“Jesus, besides your brother”—Cori looks at him—“is there anyone I can marry?” Brian laughs and then looks at me.

“If you’re ready, the plane is ready.” I look down at my jeans and sweater.

“I’m ready,” I say “I don’t even care what I look like. My man wants to take me to a beach for a month.” I hold his hand, and Cori drives us to the airport where the same private plane is waiting. “Where are you going to go for a month?”

“Me?” she asks, getting out and giving me a hug. “I’m going to get my ass back to the house and make sure all that shit is gone, and when you come back, everything is going to be perfect.” I climb the stairs to the plane, step in, and take my seat with Brian by my side holding my hand.

“I love you,” I tell him, and he looks at me. “Even if you didn’t have any money in the world and I had to start over all again, I would be okay with you by my side,” I tell him as the plane leaves the runway and takes me to the beach.

“You can go change,” he tells me. “The bag is over there.” I get up and go into the bathroom and take out my aqua sundress that Cori packed for me. It’s a tube top and goes all the way to my ankles. I grab my gold strappy sandals and put them on and then go out. He looks up from his phone and smiles. “We will be landing in an hour.”

“How close to the beach are we?” I ask him, looking outside, and all I see is crystal blue water.

“Right on the beach. The house is totally secluded,” he tells me, and I climb on his lap now. His hands going to my ass.

“Does this mean we can go skinny dipping?” I whisper, and he nods. “Does this mean I won’t have any tan lines?”

“As long as I’m the only one on the island, you can walk around naked. We have to take a private boat to the island. Then they come back daily, depending on if we need them or not.”

I lean in and kiss his neck, trailing my tongue. “Think we can have some sex on the beach?”

He pushes one side of my hair behind my ear. “I think I can help with that,” he says with a smile. I lean in to taste his lips, then lay my head on his shoulder and just take in the serenity of his arms. The heat hits me as soon as I get off the plane, but a town car is waiting for us. The driver opens the door for us, and the cool air hits us right away.

I look out the window at the view of the ocean, and it looks like there is ocean on both sides as we make our way through the town and then toward the pier. We pull up to a wooden dock with a boat waiting for us. We walk down the dock holding hands while the driver brings our luggage, and I have to say, she really downsized with my packing because it’s just a small carry-on bag. The driver smiles at us and holds out his hand for me to get into the boat, but Brian gets into the boat first and then holds out his hand for me. I shake my head. “It was hard enough to trust Dante with your life,” he says, and I sit on the white leather bench with him next to me, his arm around my shoulder, and I hold my hair when it goes all over the place while the boat zips through the empty ocean, the water so crystal blue you can see the bottom. I see a couple of houses in the distance, actually only three, all with a forest between them. We pull up to the dock, and a man dressed in a white linen suit is waiting for us. Brian gets out of the boat first and then holds out his hand for me.