Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Well, we did say they had to be out quickly. I’m sure he told you that it was quite urgent.”
“Yes, he did.” That was why Elizabeth begged me.
“How long will they run for?” These were all beautiful, and I couldn’t even fathom that these were me. A new panic washed over me. My father didn’t pay attention to things like this, but he did watch the news and read articles while looking for medical bullshit once in a while, and if he was looking for a gift for my mother? He might see these. My gut turned at his reaction. My sister would love to show him so he could be disappointed in me.
“It depends on the ad and how well they do. Usually, the campaign can run anywhere from a month to a year. Sometimes you can extend the contract with the same model in different poses with different outfits should the brand still feel that you fit.” He reached out and pressed his hand on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “But that would be discussed later with you.” I pulled it back, uncomfortable with the unnecessary touch. A revulsion came over me. He wasn’t charming or kind—this man was hitting on me. There was no need to touch me.
“These are great. So, is that everything?” I asked, standing up in an attempt to get him out of my home. His eyes moved directly to my body, and I’m so underdressed. My leggings are torn and I’m not wearing a bra, so my nipples are visible. It was a mistake to invite him in, even if he was the owner of the company. If he watched the video, he might think I was easy. Now, I was really thinking about the video. I wanted to know if he saw it, but I didn’t have the nerve to ask.
A rapid pounding on the door stopped the question from leaving my mouth.
“Excuse me.” I walked past him to the door. As I reached for the handle, I felt him behind me like he wanted to make a statement for whoever was there. Frankly, I needed to create space from him. I opened the door to see James, hands on the frame, glaring at his brother.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Henry?” he roared.
“Just getting to know Ava, Jimmy.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” He pushed into my apartment, but I got in the way.
“Whoa, calm down. What are you doing here?” I pressed on his chest, but it was like trying to move a wall. He looked down at my hands with a mix of anger and pain as if my tiny fingers burned through his wool coat, marking his chest.
“What are you two doing together?” His eyes wandered down, and he realized my top was open. It had to have happened when I pushed past his brother.
“I was unwinding for the evening when… wait—what am I explaining this to you for? How about both of you get the fuck out of my apartment—now!” My teeth were clenched as I stared at the man who made me feel so damn alive but destroyed me so damn easily.
I turned my attention to Henry, and his shirt was unbuttoned. My mouth opened in shock and then twisted to pure anger. “What happened to your shirt, you piece of shit? Are you playing at something?” James looked devastated. There was clearly something more going on that I missed. Now, I was more confused and hurt. “Do you think I’m that easy?”
“Like you said, it’s time for me to fucking go.” He glared over my head at his brother and said, “Henry, continue destroying your own life, but stay the fuck out of mine forever. We are no longer brothers.”
“Jimmy, wait.” He didn’t. They barely got a foot out of my door when James punched Henry in the face, sending him to the ground. He straightened himself and then walked away without looking back at either of us. I closed my door and locked it because I wanted nothing to do with Henry Keaton. He could crawl to his vehicle and bleed there.
I strolled back to the living room and pulled out the check from the envelope. My eyes opened wide at the number. They promised me a large sum, but seeing it in print was a whole different animal. First thing in the morning, I’d have to deposit it.
I sat the check on the table and spotted Henry’s tablet sitting there on my coffee table. It was unlocked with the footage from the photo shoot still open, including what he didn’t show me.
The video of James and me.
Unable to stop myself, I clicked it, watching the two of us and how intimate we were. You couldn’t hear anything we said on the bed, thankfully. The cameras were still rolling on an empty bed, but the audio caught what Claude said to James about us. I played it over and over again, laying my head against the back of my sofa and let it sink in. Every little kiss and touch had been genuine. Nothing about it was an act; it wasn’t the rich playboy’s game that Henry made it out to be.