Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“This is amazing,” I say, transfixed as I scout the news feeds.
Katie and Connor, Katie and Connor, Katie and Connor…
Josh clears his throat while I’m still scrolling. I look over at him.
“If you’re feeling this much more confident, shall I message Tiff again? Make sure the paps are still gone from Belgravia?”
The wriggly worm comes back with a vengeance at that. My confidence is growing fast, but Belgravia still feels out of reach. If people ruined our home for us. If they found us there and kept us trapped, or we had to move permanently…
“It’s ok if not,” Josh says, reading my face. “It’s just a suggestion. Your pace, baby.”
“I’d love to go home, it’s just…”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, my bad. I was just excited by the social media calm after the shit storm.”
“I am, too. I’m really excited. Crazy excited! It’s just that doing proposals is a little bit different to moving back home, isn’t it? Safer. We’d both be trapped in the apartment if things kicked off again. I wouldn’t be able to leave the place, and wouldn’t want you to face it, either.”
“I’d face anything for you, Ella. Anything.”
“I know you would.”
Josh’s eyes are so beautiful, his brows so firm as he stares at me so protectively.
It takes me back to the time a bunch of idiots were calling me trash in the street before I moved to Belgravia. A shitty byproduct of an exhibitionism client too close to home.
Josh kicked their bikes over and told them to fuck the hell off in no uncertain terms. It was amazing. No, scratch that. It was magnificent.
I know he’d do the same for overzealous photographers and people shoving microphones in my face, but I don’t want that. I want to be able to go home without any chaos, safe and sound.
“Hopefully Connor will still be acting like a total tosser in a few months’ time,” Josh fills the silence. “Your name will be long buried in the social media graveyard by then.”
My eyes widen. Months. When I was playing cautious, that wasn’t exactly the timeline I was considering.
“What?” Josh asks. “It’ll be fine, Ella. Absolutely fine.”
“I was talking weeks tops before we try and go home, not months. Just enough time to assure myself that not everyone in the entire universe knows my face on sight. The cab driver last night sure didn’t. Neither did the client.” I pause. “Hell, who knows? If Connor keeps being this much of a dickhead for the public, even just a couple of proposals might give me the confidence to face Belgravia. Last night set me off like a firecracker.”
“And so will tonight,” he says. “Another red-hot proposal will keep that firecracker burning bright.”
I adore how he smirks as he says firecracker. I feel Holly in my veins, back to life.
I go over and straddle my boyfriend, tangling my fingers in his bed messy hair. His purple streak is always so stand out in the morning.
“You were telling me not to go to anything a few minutes ago.”
“That was before I realised just how much shit Connor’s got himself into. And before I realised just how determined you are, my firecracker.” He pulls me in for a hug. “You can do whatever you want, at whatever speed you can handle. We’re team Josh and Ells, wherever that takes us.”
I rub his back, adoring the security of his arms.
“Team Josh and Ells is going to be taking us in two different directions tonight.” I’m smiling again at the thought. “Tottenham and Shepherd’s Bush. We’ll both be red hot firecrackers in hardcore action later.”
“We’ll compare notes when we get home.”
I giggle. “Notes… and plenty of other things.”
He pulls away enough to plant a kiss on my lips.
“Now you’re talking, firecracker.”
I feel his swollen cock underneath me, and it is so tempting to take a round of his dick, but I don’t do it. I want him full to the brim and gagging for it when he gets to Tottenham. He values his five-star reviews as much as I do mine.
I may have put myself on a social media ban, but I break my own rules and scroll through my own phone feed when Josh heads off to the bathroom. If nothing else, to keep me occupied.
Shower play would be another pre-Tottenham temptation, so it’s kinda lucky this place doesn’t have one that’s big enough for two. It’s another thing to chalk up on the list of reasons to get back home to Belgravia ASAP. I miss soaping each other up and fucking under the torrent of steamy hot water. And I miss other things…
Golden showers haven’t been on our agenda since Cannes. Not even a hint of one.
Damn, on reflection we’ve been vanilla. Wayyy too fucking vanilla. Magnolia wallpaper has more kinks than I’ve shown since we landed back in the UK.