Page 34 of Get Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 6)
TUESDAY, JANUARY 3RD
Call me!
11:30am
I wake up to a text from Knox along with a link to an article.
Keatyn Douglas Takes Over the World.
Okay, not quite. But rumor has it that none other than our new favorite It Girl, Keatyn Douglas, has become the chairman of the board of A Breath Behind You Films in a hostile takeover from none other than movie futures golden boy, Vincent Sharpe, grandson of the late Viviane Sharpe. Below is a still shot from her video conference with the board. Looks like Keatyn took our advice about starring in the remake of her mom's movie seriously and just bought the whole damn company.
P.S. Just how much do you inherit from an underwear model?
P.P.S. Because, seriously.
P.P.P.S. Love your suit, Keatyn. Oscar?
What do you do after you take over a multi-million-dollar production company?
An intimate celebratory lunch with your hot co-star, Knox Daniels?
Check.
Shopping at Bergdorf's with your hottieguard--I mean, bodyguard--in tow?
Check.
Dinner with your Mom's longtime beau, Tommy Stevens?
Check.
We love you Keatyn!
P.S. And your taste in shoes and handbags. Celine, Alaia, Chanel, Louboutin. Yes, please.
P.P.S. Take us shopping with you!
P.P.P.S. Call me!
Me: She called you hot. That's what you're most excited about, right?
Knox: Ha. Just showing you that I'm a man of my word. You wanted publicity, sugar. You got it.
Me: Unfortunately, a little too much yesterday. They got a photo of my loft, so we had to move to a different location. At least until Aiden and Peyton go back to school.
Knox: Where are you?
Me: Four Seasons.
Knox: I just whistled, in case you couldn't hear me. Can I move in too?
Me: LOL. What would you think of that?
Knox: Wait. Think of what?
Me: If I moved in with you.
Knox: I think that might cramp my style a little.
Me: Not in real life. In fake life.
Knox: You wanna go all the way and get engaged at the top of the Eiffel Tower or something too?
His text is like a blow to my heart, knocking the wind out of my fake life.
I don't want to have a fake life.
I want to have my life.
Me: Um . . . I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Thanks for the heads up on the article and hanging out with me yesterday.
Aiden is sleeping on his side, his back to me, so I snuggle under the covers next to him, pressing my chest tightly to his back.
"Morning, beautiful," he says, kissing my arm.
"You have to go back to school tomorrow. I thought we could spend the day doing whatever you want to do."
He flips over quickly, gives me a naughty grin, and trails a finger down my cleavage. "Whatever I want to do?"
"I think we did whatever quite a few times last night. But, yes, whatever you want."
He looks toward the window. "Is it nice out?"
"It snowed a little last night, so it's cold."
"Perfect. I say we order room service and stay snuggled up in bed all day."
He drags a hand through his messy hair, blinks beautiful green eyes, and then rubs at the scruff on his face. It's something most people do when they wake up, but no one else looks like him doing it. It's the epitome of sexy.
On a scale of one to ten, it's off the charts. Even hotter than the pool table.
Because he's in bed with me.
He's naked.
And he's beautiful.
Every single bit of Aiden is beautiful.
I hate that I have to say this and I hate that I'm hurting him.
"Well, not all day. Remember, I have to go to California late this afternoon."
The smile slides off his face. "Where you and Brooklyn are going to see how you feel?"
"Where we're going to see his mom and then I'm going to convince him to get the hell out of Malibu. As for the how we feel part, I don't know what will happen."
"I don't want you to go, Boots."
"Aiden, I'm sorry. I know this has been rough for you. My spending time with Knox. Fake kissing Damian at midnight. I'm trying so hard to get my life back."
"But at what price?"
"I wish I knew. Just promise me that whatever happens, you won't hate me."
"I could never hate you."
"Depending on how it all ends, Aiden, you might," I say, already envisioning my plan for tonight. If I'm going to have to be in Malibu anyway, I might as well use the trip to piss Vincent off some more.
Aiden shakes his head then kisses me. Kisses my lips. Kisses my neck. Kisses slowly down my body.
My body responds like it always does, but my head--well, my head just isn't into it. My brain is on overdrive. Trying to figure out how to get Damian here safely. Deciding where Cooper and I are going to live. Wondering if I should go with my original plan of renting a yacht and a helicopter.
Aiden pushes his hand between my legs, spreading them apart to allow his mouth access.
Oh, wow.
Wait. What was I thinking about?
As his tongue--that godly tongue--works it's magic on me, my brain ceases to function.
Okay, it's functioning but it's got just one train of thought.
Fuck me.
Make me forget everything.
Run away with me.
Marry me.
Have babies with me.
We can live in a shack on the beach.
I don't care if I ever see my family or friends again.
Just please don't stop.
Ever.
As I'm about to climax, my brain awakens harshly and a memory stops me from thoroughly enjoying myself.
I'm lying in bed with B. We're in France. It's the morning after our first time.
"I've been thinking about not going home. About living here. Or traveling the world."
"You kinda need to finish school first, don't you think?" he says.
"I'll do it like you did. Like, online or something. I don't want to go back home."
"You can't run away from your problems, Keats, because eventually they'll come and find you."
And I know without a doubt that he was right. My problems are coming to find me.
"We're so good together," he says, gazing into my eyes. "I'm not sure how I'm going to survive without you. Remember what I told you on the beach? How you have my heart?"
"I remember, Aiden. And I don't know where I'll be exactly, but I'll text you, I promise. Whenever I can."
"You better. It's all that will keep me going. Are you sure you can't come back to school?"
"I accidentally led someone to my loft. I'd die if I led Vincent to Eastbrooke. I don't think he'd care who he hurt in the process of getting to me."
"Do you have any idea how you've changed my life? What you mean to me?" He looks teary. "I'm going to miss you."
"Aiden, I can't do this."
"Do what, baby?"
"This whole goodbye thing."
"I'm sorry. I just want to make sure you know how I feel before you go."
I jump out of bed. I can't take this any more. It's killing me.
Pretty shitty.
1pm
Cooper and I are getting ready to head to the airport when I get a call from Tommy.
"Keatyn!" he says frantically. "Where are you?"
"At the hotel, getting ready to leave for the airport."
"You can't go. Kiki was kidnapped. The dog sitter was hit on the head and knocked out. They took her to the hospital. There was a note in her backpack."
"What did it say?"
"It said, My dearest, K. Lying. Flying. Plane goes down. Boom, splat, on the ground. Woof. Ruff. Dogs do say. Rounds two and three go my way."
"Ohmigawd."
"What? I don't get it, do you?"
"I think he had something to do with my dad's death, Tommy."
"Are you serious?"
"Does Mom know? Did she ever suspect that? Was there ever any question?"
