This is stupid. Meet me in the hall.
When I open my door, he’s already waiting outside. His eagerness fills me with something I haven’t felt in a long time. Hope.
“Would you like to come in for something to drink?”
“Sure, coffee would be great.”
I point to the coffee pod holder while grabbing a mug. “Pick your poison.”
After handing me the pod, he leans against the counter. “Was that a no on the date tonight?”
“Sorry, I have plans with Sage. She’s going to help me with some work, and I’m going to cook her dinner in exchange.”
“I could help,” he says as I hand him his coffee and we walk to the table.
“It’s okay. It won’t take us long, and I sort of need a girls’ night tonight.”
“Holly, am I wasting my time? Would you rather not do this?” He’s clutching his coffee cup with pleading eyes.
“I … Look, I’m going to tell you exactly how I’m feeling. I want this. More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. But I’m scared, and I think we should proceed with caution.”
Declan’s blue eyes lock on mine. “Why are you scared, and what can I do to ease your fears?”
“You said you aren’t stupid enough to lose me twice. I’m not sure I could survive losing you again. What happened the first time around was awful enough. That kind of pain …”
“Is indescribable.”
“Yeah.”
He scoots his chair closer and takes my hand in his. It’s more comforting than I want to admit. “I love you, and I’m going to do whatever I can to not hurt you. If that means dating for the next five years, I’m all in.”
Chuckling at his words, I squeeze his hand. “Baxter told me this morning he wants to be an uncle in two years.”
A wide smile takes over his face. “Baxter is a troublemaker, but I’m happy to work from his timeline.”
“How about we work off one of our own?”
“Sounds good to me.” He releases my hand and pulls out his phone. “What’s your schedule like the next few days?”
“You need a calendar to keep track of your schedule?” He rolls his eyes and shows it to me; every day is filled with appointments. “Wow, Declan, that’s crazy.”
Leaning back in his chair, he sighs. “You’re telling me. The money is great, but I’ve got three radio appearances this week, two talk show interviews, and a movie premiere. Not to mention, I still need to do one post on my channel and one more live post.”
“I knew your career had taken off, but it seems like this is just the beginning.”
“Or the end.” He runs his hand through his hair and I wish it was my hand instead. Flashes of me tugging his hair during sex hit me hard, but I shake them off quickly and refocus on him.
“What to do you mean? You’re only twenty-five. What else are you going to do?”
“I’m not sure. This was never my career goal. After we broke up, I put more and more of myself into the videos because it helped me keep my mind off of us. When things took off, I was happy. I could afford what I needed and didn’t have to work a typical job.”
“And now? What’s changed?”
“A lot, actually. There’s a lot more pressure on me now. I’ve turned down a few offers for hosting or co-hosting shows on television. My fans are more demanding. Interacting with them is fun, but it’s time consuming. I think I’m ready to move on, I’m just not sure to what.”
When we were in college, Declan wanted to be a college professor. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to teach, but he wanted something with a focus on political and social injustice. He’d also considered going to law school for a while so he could work for Legal Aid.
“Maybe go back to school? Work toward your law degree or get your teaching credentials like you always wanted?”
He shrugs. “Who knows. I’ll figure it out eventually. If I do my live post today, I could take you out Friday night. Does that work for you?”
Today is already Wednesday; that’s bumping our date up by four days. “What would we be doing?”
“It’s a surprise. Is that a yes?”
I bite down on my lip and nod. God help me.
“Good. Wear a sexy dress and those heels you had on last night.”
“That’s extremely specific. Why those shoes?”
Groaning, he stands, pulling me with him and into a hug. His massive erection presses against me, and the knowledge I still turn him on hits me hard.
“Because I can’t get the vision of you wrapping them around my neck as I fuck you out of my head.”
“Declan,” I gasp, and he places a chaste kiss against my lips.
“A man can dream, Holly. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Later that night, after Sage and I had drunk a few too many margaritas, we were relaxing on the couch once we’d finished packing up all the boxes for shipping.
“If I were you, I’d go put those heels on and text Declan to meet you in the hall because I’m about to leave. Tell him you have something to show him.”
“We haven’t even kissed properly yet. I’m not going to show him anything.”
“You should … before someone else does.”
Her words hit me like a bucket of ice. “Do you think he’ll miss his pussy posse so much he’ll change his mind?”
She realizes the effects of her words and pulls me into a side hug. “No, babe, I don’t. Between what you told me and how Baxter talks, I think Declan would wait forever if you’d forgive him completely.”
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I’m suddenly melancholy. “They’re all so pretty, Sage. All blonde with perfect tits and hourglass bodies. I can never compete.”
“Holly Ryan, stop it. You’re gorgeous. Every time we go out, someone hits on you. We’re two sexy bitches, and if Declan is stupid enough to mess this up, you’ll just have to find someone hotter and better.”
“Speaking of other men … Stephan called today. He’s back in town.”
“What did he want?”
“To see if I’d changed my mind about giving us a second shot.”
Sage releases me and clumsily puts on her shoes. “Why can’t he get the hint? I mean, he’s hot as fuck, but he’s kind of boring.”
“He’s not that bad. If I weren’t trying this thing with Declan, I might have even said yes.”
Now she’s fumbling to pull up her Uber app. “Well, thank God you are. Seriously, he’s not the right guy for you, Holls. That’s what you told him, right?”
“Pretty much. I told him I’d recently started seeing someone and I wanted to see where it went. Then I wished him luck and that was that.”
“Good. I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got a booty call waiting for me.”
I’m laughing as I walk her to the door. “Thanks for your help. Tell Jon I said hi.”
“How did you know it was Jon?” she asks as I open the door.
“Because he’s one of the only guys who rocks your world enough to even get booty call status.”
“True,” she says, and we hear a laugh from across the hall. When we look over, there’s another blonde waiting in front of Declan’s apartment.
“Oh, hell no,” Sage says loudly as he opens his door. “Don’t make me take my earrings off.”
“Shh, Sage. It’s fine.” It’s anything but fine, but I’m not going to make a scene.
“What’s up, Dec?” she calls out, making me cringe. He says something to the girl and sends her inside his apartment while he walks over to us. “Looks like I’m not the only one with a booty call tonight, huh?” Sage fires off sarcastically as her phone goes off.
“Go, Sage. Have a good night. Text me when you get home.”
“I’ll do that, and you,” she says, turning to Dec, “you’re on my list.”
“It’s not what you think,” he says, but she walks away with her middle finger trailing behind her.
I turn to go into my apartment, but he grabs my elbo
w. “Come over.” I spin around to go off on him, only to find the sweetest expression on his face. “Please, Holly. Come over so I can prove to you this isn’t what it looks like.”
“All right.”
His hand finds my lower back as he guides me into his apartment. The blonde has made herself comfortable on his couch with a drink.
“Justine, meet Holly. Holly, this is Justine, my PR manager.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say, offering my hand. She takes it, but not before looking me over from head to toe. There’s no doubt in my mind she’s assessing her competition.
“You, too,” she says before turning to Declan.
“I thought we were going to have a business meeting.”
He leads me to the loveseat and takes a seat next to me. “We are. You can say anything in front of Holly. I trust her with my life.”
Anger flashes in her eyes, but she quickly schools her features. “You must be Declan’s ex-girlfriend Holly. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“All good, I swear,” Declan says, squeezing my hand.
“That would be me.”
“What was so important you wanted to meet tonight?” he asks her as his thumb rubs over mine reassuringly.
“You have an offer for a new show and I think you’d be a fool to pass it up.”
His body tenses next to mine, and now I’m rubbing my thumb over his to help calm him. “You know I’m not interested in any shows, Justine.”
“I know, but this is different. Slammed Inc. wants to add a new show to their social media platform. They watched your show the other night and were impressed with your plea to Holly. They want you to run a one-hour, monthly segment to help get their social media platform trending.”
“Why? They’re one of the biggest companies out there already.”
“Because you’re on fire, Declan. Everyone wants you for something. You’re intelligent, attractive, and say whatever is on your mind. They don’t care what you post … well, within reason. They just want you to be a part of their brand. The offer is extremely lucrative.”
“What’s the offer?” he asks in resignation.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand an episode with a one-year contract. With the agreement to make an appearance at three of their company events.”
“What kind of events?” he asks with more interest than before. I’m still stuck on 250k an episode. That’s three million a year to do what he’s essentially already doing. What the hell kind of money is he making?
“A Christmas Party, their annual New Year’s event, and that huge summer concert they put on.” She looks damn proud of herself, and I wonder how much money she makes off this if Declan accepts. His fame is only growing at a time where he isn’t sure he wants it. My heart aches for him, and it aches for me, too. Can I handle being with him at the height of his popularity?
“Are there any mandated videos I have to do at these parties?”
“Nope, they’re strictly like one of the premiers. You’re just going to schmooze and look pretty.”
“A plus one is included?”
“Of course.” She just rolled her eyes at him. Why does he put up with this bitch? She works for him, not the other way around.
“How long do I have to decide?”
She releases an exasperated sigh. “Really, Declan? What is there to think about? This is an incredible offer. Low stress, low obligation, high pay.”
“How long, Justine?”
“Only a week. If I were you, I’d take it. People are talking, Declan, and you’ve turned down more offers than you’ve accepted. You know as well as I do that today’s it boy, is tomorrow’s has been. Fame is fleeting. Take it and the money while you can.”
With a glance at me and then to her and back to me, he mutters, “It’s not that easy.”
She glares at me, and it pisses me off. “It’s not that hard, either. Twelve hours of your time. Twenty, if you count the appearances. Twenty hours for three million dollars. It’s a hundred and fifty thousand an hour, in case you want to know the math.”
“When you put it like that …”
She grins in victory. “I’ll email you the contracts in the morning. This is a good offer, Declan. Even if it’s the last thing you do in this industry, you should take it. Your sponsors on your own pages will skyrocket. It could be an extremely lucrative year for us both.”
And there it is. At least she isn’t shy about what’s in it for her.
“I’ll think about it and call you tomorrow.” Declan stands and walks her to the door. She turns around and looks at me, slightly shaking her head, then turns her attention back to him. She slides her hand down his arm and squeezes it.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Her seductive tone lingers in the air like sex. Eventually, she releases him and he closes the door behind her.
That fucking bitch.
Declan locks the door and turns around.
“She wants you.”
“Is that so?”
“Like you can’t tell.”
I want to wipe that sexy smirk right off his face as he stalks toward me. “Well, guess what?”
“What?”
He pulls me to my feet, and in one swift motion his mouth covers mine. It catches me off guard, but it feels so damn good. My body is now putty in his arms. When I whimper in pleasure, my lips part, and his tongue finds mine. Tingles flood my senses from head to toe as our tongues engage in the most carnal of dances.
“Declan.” I’m gasping for air as his lips leave mine, until he has me moaning when he wraps my hair around his fist. Pulling my head back, he lowers his mouth to my neck. The edges of his teeth scrape against my throat, lighting me on fire. When they sink into my skin, I’m soaring. Overwhelming sensations flood each of my senses as the swipe of his tongue against my tender skin soothes the burn. Our lips meet again as he releases my hair. This kiss is slower, decadent, and filled with want. Within minutes, the tenderness ignites a deeper passion between us, each of us grasping at the other and moaning our mutual desire.
When he releases me, he shoots me a dazzling smile. “You’re the only one I want, Holly Ryan. Don’t you ever forget it.”
It takes a moment for me to get my bearings. That kiss was like being brought back to life. We’ve always had chemistry, but this was so far beyond our norm I don’t even know what to think. When I look at him, he’s deep in thought.
“Are you going to take the job?” I ask, finally pulling myself out of the post-kiss haze.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Will you be my plus one to the three events?” And just like that I’m reminded, no matter my fears, he wants to be in this together.
“I’m pretty sure Baxter likes being your plus one.”
“You’re avoiding the question. But if you’re really concerned about Bax, he’ll be fine. He was just holding your spot.”
“That’s mean.”
He pulls me in for a hug. “No, those are Bax’s words. Well, not exactly. His exact words were more along the lines of no money-grubbing whore is taking your place and he’ll hold it until we come to our senses.”
“I think I owe him an apology.”
“For what?”
As I lean into his embrace, I let myself believe this could really be a new beginning for us. “I wasn’t nice to him after the breakup. I shouldn’t have cut him out the way I did. I just thought … Well, it doesn’t matter. The point is, I need to tell him I’m sorry.”
Declan steps away and goes to his desk. He pulls out an envelope and passes it to me. “Give him these. It will break the ice.”
“Lady GaGa tickets?” I ask after peeking inside.
He shrugs. “He loves her. I was saving them for my next get out of jail free card, but I think he’ll appreciate them from you more.”
“I can’t. These tickets are expensive.”
Declan laughs and shakes his head. “You’re cute. I didn’t pay for those, they’re j
ust another perk of the job. Speaking of which, you didn’t answer my question about being my plus one.”
“If we’re still dating, can you ask me then?”
“There’s that nasty if word again, but fine, I’ll ask you closer to the event. What else is bothering you?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
I take a seat on his couch and he follows. “Fine, a few things, but some of it isn’t my business and some of it is jumping the gun.”
“Nothing is off limits to you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“How long have you worked with Justine?”
“Officially, about fourteen months.”
“Do you have a contract?”
His brow furrows. “For pricing, yes, for duration, no.”
“Is it fair? I don’t want to get into your finances. Your money isn’t my business. I just want to know you’re not getting raked over the coals. Like, with this new deal, how much of your money does she get?” He flashes me a goofy grin. “What?”
“You’re worried about me. It’s cute.”
“Whatever.”
“It’s fair, Holls. She was starting out the night we met. I’m one of her first clients. I pay her a monthly salary, and she gets fifteen percent of any new paid opportunities I sign up for that she initiates.”
“How did she know about me?”
“Aside from the video from the other night?”
A blush heats my cheeks, and he turns my head toward him. “You’re my emergency contact, too.”
“Really? She still wants to fuck you.”
“Yes, really.” He brings his lips closer to mine and whispers, “It’s too bad the only person I want to fuck is you,” before bringing our mouths together again.
Our kiss is slow and sweet, and I hop up when he pulls away. I have to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret. “I should go.”
“Before you go, what else was bothering you? What didn’t you want to jump the gun about?”
“Um, don’t worry about it. If it’s an issue later down the line, we’ll talk more about it. Goodnight, Declan.”
“Goodnight, Holly,” he says, laughing as I close the door behind me.
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