Texting Mr. Hollywood Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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And he told me he meant it.

“Wow,” Michael says, sounding like he’s about to launch into a joke.

But then Weston stands, taking off his clip-on microphone.

One last sentence is audible before he tosses it onto the chair.

“I’m going to be with my woman.”

Suddenly, Natasha springs to her feet.

She stares down at me, tears in her eyes.

“Is this real?” she asks. “It’s not something to do with work?”

I get the question. She’s asking if it’s a PR stunt, a plot of some kind.

“It’s real,” I tell her.

“Oh, Jesus,” she whispers, tears springing to her eyes. “Alice….”

But then she turns and runs for the bedroom door.

I want to chase her, but I’m not sure what I’ll say.

It’s not like I can tell her I won’t reciprocate his feelings.

Everything he said… it’s like he’s channeling fate, the heat, the love.

Love.

Is that word too big for what we have?

Or is it too small?

My flight’s canceled, Weston texts me a moment later. Dammit. I wanted to be with you as soon as possible. That is… if you want to see me?

Of course, I do, especially now, I reply. It’s all I want.

CHAPTER 19

Weston

I’m in my hotel suite, waiting for the storm to pass, wondering what sort of sick joke this is.

I’m not sure I can speak on the phone, Alice texts. Natasha’s been grumpy for the past couple of hours. She’s taking this really hard.

How are you taking it? I reply.

As callous as it may seem, I’m not interested in her sister. The only person I’m interested in is my woman.

Aurora has tried calling me since my public declaration because my walkout wasn’t part of the script.

But I don’t care about that.

Just Alice.

Did you mean it?

I swear on Maxwell. It’s all true. There was no delay. The second I saw your gorgeous, wild hair, flushed cheeks, and those beautiful hips trapped in that skirt… the second I saw your smile and the way your eyes flitted… every part of you, Alice, it called to me. I knew we were going to have a family together. I knew I had to try.

But you were scared, she replies. Because if you told me, I might agree even if I didn’t mean it. I might agree as a way to trap you.

It’s not like that’s never happened before….

I’m not that woman, she texts. And I feel the same. I want the same. I know it’s crazy. I know everybody will think we’re nuts. But I don’t care what the rest of the world thinks. When I saw you, Weston, I wanted it all too. I want to be the mother of your children.

I bolt to my feet, passion blazing through me, walking through the suite and wishing Alice was here.

I imagine wrapping my arms around her from behind, driving my manhood against her luscious ass, firmly pushing so she can feel the tension in my hard thick dick, can feel how badly I want to make our future happen now.

You felt it too? I text.

Right away, like you said… I won’t lie, Mr. Hollywood. I had a little crush on you from the movies. But it was so different in person. In person… it was like fate, like magic. Like I could see the future laid out so clearly. Obviously, I never dreamed you’d feel the same.

I want it more than anything.

It’s difficult to type, my hands shaking, my balls flooding with tension as though getting ready to find her, to do it right this second.

I wish you were here, I go on. I want to make our future happen now.

What if I can’t, though?

What do you mean?

Remember that thing you guessed?

I stand at the window, looking out at the raging storm-touched landscape, the clouds swirling, rain pouring, and lightning flashing in the distance.

It’s nothing compared to the tempest inside of me, the clashing need.

A smirk touches my lips as I re-read her message.

I remember it well. How shy you looked. You needed me to know even though you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You looked so young and innocent.

And that’s a good thing?

It is. My jaw clenches tightly. You’re my young, horny virgin. You’re young enough to give me three or four or five or six babies… and as for being a virgin, it means you’ll never belong to anybody else. I’m the only man you’ll ever know, ever feel. Nobody else ever gets to touch you.

I pause, wondering if I should go on, but I can’t stop now.

You belong to me, Alice. Every curvy inch, every kiss, every touch. You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?

Yes, she replies. I want to belong to you. I need to.

I wish you were here so badly.

Why? she texts. What would you do? Would you show me how to….

My feet automatically carry me into the bedroom, my balls swelling, my shaft almost hurting with how much hard tension is inside me.


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