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Like I really do.
You’re stunning. Natural. Confident. Seriously, Cade, no one has a face like you. They used to pay you thousands for it, but now it’s all mine to worship.
I wanted to kiss you because I’m drawn to your lips like a goddamn magnet. So I cleaned your condo instead—anything to keep me from taking you to your bed.
And when I make you laugh?
You make my heart avalanche. Joy. Love. All kinds of feelings tumble through me.
I’ll dance until my feet fall off for you.
But we’re playing with fire. We always do. You get that look in your eyes when you get turned on, and it makes me so fucking hard. My body takes over watching you come.
Damn, I get lost in you, and I never want to leave.
You own me, Candy Cade.
No matter how far I run. No matter where I go. No matter who’s by my side.
You must know I’m yours even if my body can’t be anymore.
And you’re right—Angie’s in love with me.
I didn’t notice it, but now that she’s met you, she knows. I’m in love with you, and she’s doing crazy shit.
Eric, my assistant, booked us dinner at Chateau Marmont. My manager wants me out with Angie for the paparazzi to “catch” us on a date.
It’s all bullshit for the press.
In the past, Angie was good for the show and didn’t cross a line. And she has a real boyfriend now. He’s a nice guy and cool with our deal.
But last night, she followed me into the men’s room. She’d been drinking and was all over me. She tried to get me to drink. She tried going down on me. She didn’t care if we got caught or that I’m fighting to stay sober. I told her to stop. I was so fucking pissed off. She was breaking our deal, and I didn’t want her.
Then she got mad and stormed out, saying, “Why? Can only your gorgeous model girlfriend have your body now?”
She has no clue.
No one does.
Not even you, Cade.
I wanted to drink that night. So bad. I ordered a beer from the bar and stood there in front of it for ten minutes before I walked away.
Because I feel so lonely.
Our secret is killing me, and the only thing I wanted more than that beer… was you.
I know it now. I think I always did.
The only reason I want to stay sober?
The only reason I want to live?
It’s you.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
There are more people than grains of sand here.
