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Once we pull up, my door on the street side is opened. I step out, rebuttoning my suit as flashes illuminate the dark sky. My name is yelled, cameras are blinding, but I stay on task. Rounding the car to Indy’s side, I stop the doorman when his hand finds the handle. “I’ve got it.” He gives a polite nod and steps back with his hands folded behind him.
LORDDDTTTT
He takes her hand, shaking it, his eyes twinkling like he just found the future mother of his child. “I’m Kai, but you can call me Ace.” “Ace, huh? What’s with the nickname?” “Always been the best pitcher on the team. I’ve got good hands. The right touch. In case you were curious.” And those good hands are still holding on to my fake girlfriend’s. “Okay, that seems like enough of a handshake there, buddy.” I separate them, putting my body slightly in front of Indy’s and out of his eyeline.
RAHHHHHH
Kai is basically a golden fucking retriever with his obvious good looks, black-rimmed glasses, and charming smiles. I don’t need him showing Indy those smiles especially when I don’t give her enough of mine.
“You have a kid?” Indy’s voice bursts with excitement. “A son,” Kai beams. “Max. He’s eight months old.” Pulling out his phone like the proud dad he is, he scrolls through the endless pictures. I don’t blame him. Max is one of the cutest kids I know. “You don’t have a kid. You have a baby.” Indy’s tone switches to soft and sweet, her smile beaming as she looks through Kai’s phone. “Yeah,” he sighs. “And he’s looking for a mom.”
Okay what a fine speciman
“Ryan Shay, do you have an actual friend?” I don’t respond to the dig but notice Indy watching his back. “So, what’s with baseball’s Clark Kent?” Dark Hair. Dark-rimmed glasses. Tall. He fits the bill.
Oh i want that one
“You’re annoying.” Her hands go to her knees, and she sticks her ass out, twerking in my kitchen. “Yeah, but you still care about me.” Shaking my head, I try my hardest not to laugh. “I’m going to bed.” “Say it.” “Not saying it.”
Twerking in his kitchen is fucking hilarious
“Ryan Shay cares about me!” Hands on her hips, she circles them, continuing to dance in my kitchen. “How much caffeine did you have tonight? Jesus.” “None. I’m high on life, baby!”
“What’s this one about?” I ask, holding it up. “The female main character hooks up with her ex-boyfriend’s dad.” “What the fuck?” “Trust me. The little shit deserved it.”
I know thats right
Indy reaches for the door handle, but I click the lock in place before she can get to it. Brown eyes roll with exaggeration when the door refuses to open for her. Call me old-fashioned, I don’t care, but I have yet and will not let her open her own door. Rounding the car, I unlock it on the key fob and open the passenger side to find Indy wearing an unimpressed expression. “You’re so weird about that.”
And they're not even togetherrrrr
“Ron, would you mind throwing a few of these on the grill too?” Ryan asks, putting his cooler on the picnic table and fishing out a box of frozen veggie patties. “Indy is a vegetarian.” He didn’t. “Oh, I had no idea.” Ron’s voice drips with apology, looking at me.
“It was my fault,” Ryan cuts in. “I should’ve told you. I brought some veggie sausage for her breakfast too. Do you have somewhere to store them?” “I do!” Caroline bursts, pulling Ryan into their makeshift kitchen where they have a much larger and fancier cooler than his.
THAT IS A MANNNN
Turning around in his lap, I swing both of my legs to one side of his, offering him some of my s’more. His lips wrap around it, taking a generous bite, all the while keeping his ocean eyes penetrating mine. Wow. It feels claustrophobic in this open air. A bit of marshmallow falls onto his chin, and without thinking, I wipe it off with my thumb. But before I can clean off the mess, he grabs my hand and takes my finger in his mouth to suck off the remnants.
Gagged. A real miss jackson moment.
Leaning over to Stevie, I speak quietly. “Daily update—I hope your brother wears his jersey when he fucks me.” I pop my shoulders. “Or I could wear it.”
OUT OF POCKETTTT
Ryan slides a forearm around the front of my shoulders, holding my back to his chest. He nods towards Alex’s jersey. “Oh,” Ryan says sweetly, patronizingly. “You’re a fan of mine.” I didn’t notice the Devils jersey he had on, but I especially didn’t pick up on the fact there’s a number five on the front and my fake boyfriend’s last name on the back.
ATTTEEEE
“We should get home.” Ryan slides his hand to my lower back, turning me towards his car. “See you at the wedding, huh?” he calls to the guys over my shoulder before placing another lingering kiss on my temple for them to see.
Oh yes
“So, you are fucking my celebrity man crush,” Rio says as he wraps me in a hug.
