by Audra Cole
“No, I don’t think you’re an idiot,” she answers. “I do think this is all happening a little fast though. I mean a couple of days ago you weren’t even sure you wanted to move. Now you’re going in a week?”
“I know. It’s kinda crazy.”
“A little too fast?”
I reflect on the question, letting it sit in my mind for a moment. Then I shake my head. “No, not too fast. I want to go. I want to be with him. I really think I am ready for a change, and this feels right.”
“Good,” she says. “That’s how it should feel. No regrets that way.”
We fall into silence again, which is very unusual for us. It feels unnerving.
“We should start planning your first visit!” I try to lighten the mood. “You are always saying you wish you had a tan.”
She laughs. “That’s true! Trade in my signature Washington white.”
“Besides, you’ll have to come help me find a dress for my first red carpet. We both know I’d be hopeless on my own!”
“I don’t know if your beau can afford my styling fees,” she teases.
I playfully shove her and laugh.
“Then, maybe we’ll find you a tall, handsome reason to make a permanent relocation.” I nudge her.
She wrinkles her nose at me.
“No tall and handsome? Hmm, okay, a short, fat reason?”
“Charity!”
“Oh Ash, don’t be so difficult. You know one day you’re gonna get over this stubborn streak and meet someone who changes your mind about love!”
“Doubtful,” she says.
I don’t argue with her. I’ll just wait patiently for my ’I told you so’ moment.
I leave Ashley’s a little while later and start walking back home. Halfway there I get a text. A quick glance shows me that my mom has texted me three times. I guess I didn’t hear it when I was at Ashley’s.
I read through the messages, frowning at the screen.
The gist of it being that she wants to talk, sooner rather than later.
I sigh and click the call button.
Might as well get it over with.
“Hello, dear,” she answers, her voice quiet and almost strained.
“Hi Mom. I just got your messages.”
“I want to know what’s going on. You stormed out of Valerie’s house before we could really get a chance to talk this all out.”
Oh, for crying out loud!
“First of all, I did not storm out of Val’s house. Second, I was trying to talk to you, both of you, but all you guys wanted to do was shoot me down and tell me that you think I’m making a huge mistake.”
“I never said that!”
“You didn’t have to, Mom. Your feelings on the matter were very clear, without being vocalized.”
She’s quiet for a beat. “I just don’t want you to get hurt again. That’s all.”
“I know that. I don’t want to get hurt again either. But things are different now and you’re just going to have to trust my judgment. All I wanted is for you to be happy for me.”
“Well I’m finding that difficult to do right now.”
“Why? Because I’m moving? Or because I’m with Brandon?”
“Both! I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth,” she says. “Last thing I know you were practically engaged to James, and now he’s gone and you’re running away to California with Brandon to live out his dreams!”
Her answer stings. I feel like she just reached through the phone and slapped me across the face.
“Seriously? I’m happy and in love and moving to a new place, full of potential and the chance for me to really do something with my life outside of this bubble we live in and you, my own mother, refuse to be happy for me? Explain that, because I must be missing something.”
“I’m thinking about the big picture here. What happens when he breaks up with you again? Then you’ll be in a strange city all alone, and God only knows what will happen to you. You’re not married, so there’s no security. You’ll be left with nothing at the end of all this.”
I’m shaking, I’m so angry. I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that she just assumes that we’ll break up, or the fact that she seems to think I’m so naïve that I wouldn’t be able to figure things out on my own if I had to.
“I may not know what’ll happen next, but I do know that I am not talking to you about this anymore. So unless you have something else to say, I am going to hang up now.” I struggle to keep my voice level.
“I guess there’s just no reasoning with you,” she harrumphs. “All I can say is that I tried to warn you.”
I disconnect the call and fight the urge to slam my phone onto the concrete steps in front of me. I stuff it into my pocket and turn to go inside the house. Brandon is in the living room, packing. I cross the room and collapse into his arms before bursting into tears.
“I don’t get it,” Brandon says, smoothing my hair back.
After the tears subsided I gave him the playback of the conversation with my mom.
“I don’t know either,” I answer. “I don’t know what it is she thinks I should be doing. Maybe she’s mad because I broke up with James. Then she would have had two daughters married to successful businessmen with stable jobs and lives. Living the cookie-cutter dream, I guess.”
“Well not to toot my own horn or anything, but I do make a pretty decent living,” he says with a smile. “It’s not like I’m taking you away to live under a bridge with me somewhere.”
I laugh. “I know. She just doesn’t see it that way I guess.”
“Is there anything I can do?” he asks.
“No. We will just do our best to prove her wrong, I guess.”
“Oh, I plan to. I’m not making the same mistake twice,” he says, before kissing me in a way that makes me forget all about the phone call.
Chapter Thirteen
The next few days are a blur, and before I know it, it’s the night before Brandon is set to fly back to LA.
My living room looks like something from an episode of Storage Wars. There are half-packed boxes, clothes, and clutter everywhere. It’s hard to tell where it all begins and ends. Brandon assures me that it’s a “controlled chaos” but I have my doubts.
The whole mess is making me twitchy.
We decide to order Chinese for dinner and tackle the rest of the packing.
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get home?” I ask casually, as we fold Brandon’s extra clothes and pack them into one of the moving boxes he originally sent up from California.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” he asks with a smile.
“Okay?” I answer, my eyebrow rising with curiosity.
“I’m gonna take a long, hot bath,” he says.
“Really?” I ask, laughing.
“Hey now! What did I say about the laughing?” He tries for a moment to keep a straight face but ends up laughing too. “Keep that up and you won’t be invited to join me!”
“Oh, really?” I pout. “I’m pretty sure I could find a way to convince you.” To demonstrate, I ran my fingers down his chest and snuck them past the waist on his basketball shorts and toyed with the band on his boxer briefs. His cock shifted and I felt his arousal as I teased him with my fingertips.
“Hmmm. Yeah, you’re right, that would probably work,” he says, his voice was low and sexy.
I laughed and pulled my hand away. “I guess I’m just surprised. I didn’t figure you as a bath person.”
He shrugs. “It’s not like I light candles or put in bubbles and crap.”
“Oh, I see, it’s a manly bath,” I suggest.
“Very.” He laughs and chucks a pair of balled up socks at me.
I make a dramatic free throw, and the socks land in a box across the room.
“Nice throw,” he says. “What about you? What’s the first thing you’re gonna do once I’m out of your hair?”
“Well, besides get all of thi
s out of here….” I gesture around the room. “I’m not sure. I’m going to try to hang with Ashley as much as possible. She wants to go shopping at some point. She insists that I need a new wardrobe for my new LA lifestyle.”
“She might be right,” he says.
“What?” I say, slightly offended.
“I just mean that most of your clothes are geared for colder weather.”
I nod. I suppose that makes sense, but the prospect of shopping for, buying, and then packing a bunch of new clothes seems like too much. If it comes down to it, all I really need to do is let Ashley loose with my credit card. She could probably pick out a whole closet full of stuff within a couple of hours.
“So, other than the bathtub, what do you miss?”
“It will be nice to get back to work again,” he answers. “I guess the only thing I’m not looking forward to is being back in the public eye. That pressure is something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.”
A little bubble of anxiety starts to form in my stomach at his answer. Dealing with the public and the paparazzi definitely takes the top spot on my list of things to worry about in regards to the move.
“It’s not that bad, at least not all the time,” he quickly adds.
I force myself to smile. I know he has a lot on his mind, and I don’t want to pile my stress on top of his and make it worse.
***
Early the next morning, we pull up to the departures section at the Sea-Tac airport.
“Kinda weird, being back here, huh?” Brandon asks, looking out the passenger side window.
“Yeah, feels like it was a long time ago,” I answer. In reality, it has only been six weeks, but so much has changed in that amount of time. It feels very surreal in a lot of ways.
He nods. “Ready?”
I shake my head. “Are you sure you have to go?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” he answers, laughing softly. “Before you know it, I’ll be picking you up from the airport, and we’ll be together again.”
“I know.” I nod, but I feel tears starting to build. I blink quickly, wishing them away. “I don’t know why I’m so upset.”
He takes my face in his hands and runs his thumbs along my cheeks. “It’s really going to be okay, I promise.”
He kisses me slowly, and I try to memorize the moment. I know the next week is not going to be easy, and I will need this reminder of why I am turning my entire world upside down.
“I love you, Cherry,” he says when he pulls out of the kiss.
“I love you too.”
He gives me another kiss before turning and getting out of the car. I get out and go around to the passenger side while he grabs his bag from the back seat. He pulls me into his arms and we stay like that for a long time, neither one of us wanting to break apart. There is chaos swirling around us, with people coming and going, horns honking, and people yelling, but we seem frozen in time.
“You’re going to miss your flight,” I finally mumble into his shoulder.
He releases me and gives me a final kiss on my forehead. “I’ll call you when I land,” he says, before heading towards the glass doors.
I wave and watch him walk away, until I can’t see him in the crowd.
I make the long drive home, completely exhausted. Brandon and I didn’t go to bed until well past midnight, and even once we were settled in, I couldn’t sleep. My mind refused to quiet down, and I spent most of the night running through my mental checklist of things I need to do in the next week before the move.
Even though there are a hundred things to do, all I can think of is crawling back into bed and taking a nap. I rarely allow myself to nap, but I think in this case, I’ll make an exception.
I round the corner and see someone sitting on my front steps. I squint a little, trying to make out who it is. Suddenly, it hits me and I gasp loudly and hit the brakes.
My ex-boyfriend, James is sitting on my front porch.
Continued in Hooked — Brandon Book 3
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Hooked
The Hollywood Tales Series:
Brandon — Book 3
A Billionaire Celebrity Romance
By
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Copyright © 2015 Audra Cole
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Chapter One
James looks up at the squealing of the breaks, and I’m paralyzed. I realize that I look like a crazy person, parked in the middle of the street for no reason. I slowly let off the break, roll forward, and turn into the driveway. I stall for a minute, fishing around in my purse for some invisible item, trying to pull my head together.
I take a deep breath and pop open the door. “James, what are you doing here?”
He stands. “I need to talk to you.”
I look up above me. Did I miss something? Do I have a giant sign on my head that tells all my ex-boyfriends I’m available to chat whenever they feel like it?
In all fairness, it worked out pretty well with Brandon, but seriously? This is getting ridiculous.
“I don’t really have time today. I have a lot to do,” I say.
Like napping…
“Please, Charity. Hear me out.”
I exhale sharply. “Okay.”
I’d feel guilty sending him away when he drove all the way here to see me.
“Your mother called me,” he says. “She’s worried about you.”
“She what?” I yell as I slam the car door shut behind me.
“Calm down. I’m sure she didn’t mean any harm,” he says.
“Like hell she didn’t!” I burst out a hollow, humorless laugh. “This is her version of an intervention. Why she would send you is beyond me, but that’s not the point!”
“She didn’t send me here, Charity. Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but I’m not her messenger boy, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he says, his voice getting testy.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Then what? Why are you here?”
“I think we should talk. I have some things I need to tell you.”
“About me moving? No offense, but I hardly see how that’s any of your business at this point.”
“Wait, what?” He looks confused. “You’re moving?”
I�
�m speechless. What is going on here?
“Where are you moving?”
“Hold on, let’s rewind. What exactly did my mom tell you?”
“She said you were having a hard time with our breakup, and that you wanted to talk, now that you’ve had some time. I would have called but thought this would be better in person. Although, now, I’m beginning to feel like I have no idea what I’m talking about…” His voice trails off. His eyes are searching mine, his expression still confused.
I bury my face in my hands and let out a frustrated growl. “Look, I’m sorry. I have no idea why she called you and dragged you into all this. She doesn’t approve of my choices lately.”
“Where are you going?” he repeats.
“California, LA to be more specific. Brandon, my ex-fiancé, and I are back together now, and I’m moving there to be with him next week.”
James looks at me with sudden realization—a mix of surprise, confusion, and a hint of anger. It’s very clear that he pictured this entire conversation going differently.
“Wow.” He pauses and stares me down, like he’s a human lie-detector. “Guess you move fast, huh?”
Something in the tone of his voice sets me on edge; the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I clench my fists, holding back the urge to slap him.
“James, just leave. You’re wasting your time,” I dropped my arms and went around him and marched up the stairs.
“Were you sleeping with him the whole time we were together? Or just part of it?”
“Fuck you, James,” I stop fiddling with the doorknob and fling back around to look at him.
He holds up his hands, as if he is surrendering. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m just putting two and two together. Last thing I know, you practically bolt out of a restaurant at the mere suspicion of a proposal, but now you’re willing to move a thousand miles away to be with this dude, who you claim has only been back in the picture for six weeks?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing. I never slept with him while you and I were still together.”
