Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Man, I’m sure Dick is thrilled with this news,” Vince said, pulling me back to the present. “I looked last night, and your jersey is the top selling one on the team right now. In the offseason,” he added with a slight shake of his head. “If you two make it to the season and sell out the arena, he’ll be so tickled pink he’ll probably offer you his jet.”
“We’ll make it.”
The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I didn’t miss the looks the guys exchanged.
“Alrighty then,” Carter said with a grin. “Man, can you imagine how fucking wild it’ll be when Mia Love comes to a home game? It was lit when she was in New York. I hope she brings her friends. Those twin models she hangs out with…” He clapped Jaxson on the shoulder and bit the knuckles of his opposite hand, but I ignored whatever he said next as I lined up and took my shot.
For the first time, it sailed farther than any of the other guys’s had, and Will let out a low whistle as we walked toward the golf cart.
“You two are serious, huh?” he asked.
I didn’t reply, but with him, I didn’t need to.
We spoke the same language.
Mostly grunts and scowls.
“She seems great, man. Talented as hell. And I’m not just saying that because my daughter is obsessed with her.”
I nodded.
She was great.
Better than me by all accounts — which was probably why these fuckers could barely believe we were together.
“I know talking isn’t your thing, but if you ever need to…”
“Fuck off, Daddy P.”
He smirked, heaving his bag of clubs onto his shoulder before loading them on the cart.
Chaotic Masterpiece
Mia
My stomach was in knots a week later — and not from the turbulence we hit on our way out of Los Angeles to New York City. Not because I had an appearance on a late-night show, either. In fact, that was about the only thing keeping me calm right now.
I loved talking to an audience. I loved performing on a stage. Music — my music? It was my safe place.
It was the fact that Aleks would be in that crowd that had me guzzling water and struggling to take each breath.
For the last week, the Internet had run wild with rumors about us. At this point, we were just about all anyone was talking about — at least, it felt that way. From social media to mainstream news, everyone was buzzing and wanting to know one thing.
Was it true?
Was Mia Love really dating bad boy Aleks Suter?
And tonight, they’d get their confirmation.
We were going to be seen together publicly for the first time since Isabella planted all the right seeds to have the rumors flying, and I was totally cool about it.
Totally, totally cool.
“Okay, unless you’re having some sort of artistic genius moment where shredding your napkin into confetti helps you visualize a tour set or something, I’m going to need you to stop.”
I blinked out of my daze, turning to where Isabella was watching me with a raised brow.
“Huh?”
She nodded toward my hands on the tray table, and I paled at the sight.
I’d literally torn all three of my napkins into tiny pieces, forming a snow-white mountain that was precariously close to overflowing onto the floor at any moment.
I cursed, trying and failing to ball the little pieces up in my fist and make the pile smaller. Isabella chuckled, waving her hand for our flight attendant, who made quick work of my trash while I hid my face and looked out the window.
“It’s fine, Mia. Everyone gets nervous with the launch of a new album and tour.”
“I’m not nervous.”
She flattened her lips as I glanced back at her, and I sat back in my chair with a huff.
“Okay, I’m not nervous about that.” I waved her off. “People are already starting to move on from Garrett Orange and his stupid article, thanks to you. And besides, this is Daisy Kent. She’s my favorite late-night show host.”
“Because she doesn’t ask you about the size of your tits or which boy what song is about?”
“Exactly. It’ll be a great interview. And performing this single for the first time… this is what I’ve been waiting for. What we have been preparing for. Trust me. I’ve got this.”
“Okay, I trust you,” she said immediately. “But then would you care to explain why your fingers have turned into little terrorists wreaking havoc on anything they touch?”
I frowned, then looked down at where I’d now tied the strings of my joggers into five knots, one on top of another.
With another curse, I hastily unknotted them before shoving my hands into the pocket of my hoodie to cage them.
“I’m fine, I just…” I blew out a frustrated breath.
“Aleks.”
My next breath was a slow one as I nodded. “Aleks.”