Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,65
and let out a huge laugh. “Will do,” I say, walking out, and I’m surprised that he has a driver waiting for us. “I thought you were driving us?”
“No, it’s easier to have a driver so we can just walk out and leave,” he says, getting into the car, and I try not to worry. “Baby, we are going to leave out the back once we do the obligatory amount of time. I already have everything planned.”
“Do you?” I ask, surprised.
“I do.” He comes over and kisses me, and I let him. My heartbeat races a touch, and I could kiss him forever. I slowly look away just in case he sees something in my eyes. I think I’m falling in love with him, but I’m just not sure he’s with me. And the worst thing in the world has to be when you love someone and they don’t feel the same way. Talk about awkward.
“Just so we stick to the story. I’m your PR rep,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“Baby, no one is even going to know what that is,” he says, and I shake my head.
“Also mention how great filming is going and how excited you are,” I tell him. “And under no circumstances do you mention dating.”
“I wasn’t that bad before,” he tells me. The car comes to a stop, and I roll my eyes. “Watch it, those will get stuck in the sockets.” I burst out laughing, and he continues, “Okay, but I’m not that bad now.”
“Just think about the questions before you answer,” I tell him, and he leans in quickly and kisses me. “Lip gloss,” I say to him right before he gets out of the car. It’s a red carpet, so even though no fans are here, reporters are lined up behind a barricade. He walks the carpet, and the paps yell his name. He stands in front of the white backdrop with one hand in his pocket. Smiling and smirking, he plays the part of Carter Johnson.
“Carter, look here!” they all yell at different times. “Carter.” I walk slowly behind him, trying to stay in the shadows and not get my picture taken. I keep my head down, but someone spots me. “Carter, is that your girlfriend?” My head snaps up, and I smile, shaking my head. He looks over at me and waits for me with his hand held out to me.
“I’m his PR rep,” I tell them and go to stand next to him. “See those three reporters at the end? You have to stop and give them interviews,” I tell him, and he just looks at me, and I can see the mischief in his eyes as he leans forward.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he whispers, and I look at him confused. “Tonight when we get home,” he whispers, almost so close, his head so close to my ear, it makes my heart beat faster and faster, “I’m finally taking what’s mine.” I try to swallow. “And that’s you.” He turns to smile at the cameras and then looks back at me. “Nod if you agree to this.”
I stand here in the middle of the red carpet all dressed up with cameras probably taking our pictures, and the only thing I can think of is him, of going home with him, so I just look at him and nod. He looks at me, his shoulders going back and his smirk coming out. He turns, and I watch him walk away. The whole time, I try to catch my breath, try to make it return to normal because after that exchange, I know I’m way past the point of no return.
Chapter Twenty-One
Carter
I walk down the red carpet, trying to talk my cock down. The minute I told her that I would claim her tonight, my cock went on full alert. Luckily, my jacket covers it, and the sight of the girl reporter with her heavy fucking eyeshadow and fake eyelashes makes him go into hiding. “Hey, Carter,” she says, and although she’s interviewed me a shitload of times, I can’t for the life of me remember her name.
“Hi, Ella.” I hear Erin next to me, and I turn and look at her. When she opened the door and I saw her, it took everything in me not to cancel tonight. I wanted to drag her back to my bed and bury myself in her. “Carter will answer three questions.” She looks at me, and then I look back