Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Help me,” she cries. “This man is kidnapping me!”
“Stadium, sir?” the guard asks.
“Yup. Can you get the door for me?” I say as I climb inside. He nods and shuts the door behind us.
I settle Irish on my lap and hold her tightly until the SUV starts moving. Once we’re on our way, I let her go. Irish lunges for the doors, but there are no indoor handles for her. She comes up empty. “What in the hell?” she cries.
“It’s a safety feature.” I stretch out my legs. “I don’t know how to say this in a way that’s not totally threatening, but Irish, I’m not letting you go.”
CHAPTER 18
CLOVER
“Have you lost your mind?!” I hiss at Dylan. “I’m in a freaking sheet!”
“Shit, you’re right.” He pulls out his phone and clicks away on the screen. I glare at him. “Clothes coming up.” He pockets his phone. I continue to glare at him so he understands that none of this is okay. “You never told me if you’re hungry. They normally have a spread laid out at the venue.” Is he serious right now?
I wrap the sheet around myself tighter and drop back in my seat. I’m clearly not going anywhere. Even if I wanted to. I can’t run out into the middle of the street in only a sheet. I might as well get comfortable at least until the clothes arrive.
“Not only are you a musician, you're a psycho.” I turn my head to glare out the window now. He’s too handsome to stare at. I have no resolve when it comes to him.
“I’m your psycho.” He places his hand down in my lap over the sheet.
“It’s not funny.”
“Not joking.”
“So, you know you’re a psycho who kidnaps people.”
“I don’t kidnap people. Just you.” I snort a laugh. Dammit. Mad at myself for laughing, I turn and smack his chest.
“Stop joking,” I grit out, my attention going back to him. It always does. Of course, he’s someone famous. I should have known. There is something about Dylan that is alluring. From the second I saw him, I was sucked in. I’m sure that’s how it is with all his fans.
“I’m not joking.” This time he says it softer.
“I don’t know what to do.” I fold my arms over my chest. That’s the honest truth. “My dad always knew what to do.”
“Irish. Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” He grabs me, pulling me into his lap. I want to fight him, but I can’t. My emotions are all over the place. I want to call him a liar and tell him to get lost. Then I have another fear that he’ll do just that. “I love you.” My breath hitches.
“Words are easy,” I say, wanting to remind myself of that too. My mom told me she loved me too. Then she left and never looked back.
“That’s why I want to show you. I’m in this with you. I just need you to give me the chance to show you.” I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I admit.
“You can try and run, but I’ll chase. Is that what you need? For me to prove I’m not going to run out? If you haven’t noticed, I keep running right back to you.” He strokes my hair.
“Because it’s new and exciting. Once that wears off, then what will happen?”
“I’m not going to lie, Irish. I do get a rush of excitement when I see you, but I’ve never had that before with anyone.” I lift my head to stare into his eyes, wanting to believe all the things he’s told me, but it’s so hard to wrap my mind around it all.
“How have you never been in a relationship before?” I can’t wrap my head around it.
“Honestly, I thought it was because I was focused on my career. Once I hit, I took off and I told myself I wouldn’t let myself fall into the same hole other musicians have, so I’ve stayed focused. Too focused. It’s why I took off that night and landed my ass in your bar, and there you were.”
“The one girl that didn’t fawn all over you.” I lift a brow.
“Lies. You were into me, or I got you there.” I roll my eyes at him, but he’s not wrong. I had this pull to him from the very beginning.
“I just—” I stop speaking when I hear screaming.
“Ignore it,” he tells me.
How can I? The SUV pulls through the parking lot of the massive stadium. The guardrails keep people at bay, but they still scream and cheer while holding up posters. It’s all a blur of so many faces.
The SUV drives down and around toward the back before it rolls to a stop. I can no longer see the crowd, but I hear them. Now only a few people who I’m guessing work here linger outside of two giant doors that are open. There are a bunch of men in all black standing at attention.