Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Don’t make me pull out the dad moves on you,” Griff warns. “I don’t want to embarrass you in front of all your fans. Speaking of which, the horde is about to descend on you.”
Mick grimaces. “You know I hate this part. Put me back in the ring. I’d rather take a zillion punches than speak to the press or”—he waves toward the bevy of models that are anxiously awaiting an opportunity to flirt with him—“all of that.”
Griff smirks. “Too bad.” He gives Mick a push. “Go and do your job. We’ll see you back at the hotel.”
“Wait, you’re not leaving me.” Mick looks panicked.
“Gotta get your sister off her feet and feed her some ice cream. She’s had a long day.” Griff puts his arm around my waist.
“But I want to have ice cream, too.” Mick looks distraught. “Let me do one interview and I’ll ditch.”
“What’s this?” Mick’s manager, Ken, appears like magic.
I stifle a smile and take hold of Griff’s arm. “Sorry, little bro, but your fans await.”
“This is child abuse,” my brother mutters.
Griff and I are both laughing as we leave. Outside the arena, a car is waiting for us. Griff places me inside with tender care and then hustles around to the opposite door. Once we’re both belted in, the driver heads off to the hotel. I lean my head on Griff’s shoulder. “Why is life so perfect? Should I be afraid?”
“No. You paid your dues. You already had hardship and loss.” He’s talking about my mother, who passed away two years ago. Even though we had our differences, I do miss her. “You deserve both peace and enjoyment. Don’t feel afraid or guilty.” He tilts my chin around so he can kiss me. “Let me love you.”
“If you insist.” I open my mouth and let his tongue sweep in.
Loving me, in Griff’s mind, is taking care of me, both physically and emotionally. He showers me with affection, holding my hand in public, hugging me, kissing me spontaneously. At night and random times during the day, he’ll sweep me off to some private spot and make love to me. And he’s not shy with saying he loves me either. He’ll say it in front of gym employees, his partner Weston, random people on the street. I didn’t know that this kind of happiness existed, and I don’t know if I deserve it, but I’ll take it because loving Griff means to accept all that he wants to give me. I guess I do deserve it. And him.