Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,36
practice, practice, practice. I am also going to get you a gym membership and we will be dieting.” She stands up and walks toward the door. I follow her, upset that I didn’t get it.
Upset that I disappointed her.
Things were never the same after that day.
I lost my mom that day.
Chapter Eighteen
Samantha
I slam the car door to let out some of the frustration.
“You okay, Hulk?” I look over at Hunter, who is fighting the laughter but losing.
“Ugh, I hate doing that shit. I hate sitting there with all of them, listening to them dictate my life for the next few months. God forbid I have an opinion of my own, or want to do something that isn’t scheduled. It isn’t right and I’m so over it.” I cross my arms over my chest and try to calm myself down.
“Hey, just calm down. You did good, cupcake.” He smiles at me and I scoot over, closer to him.
“You know your rationale for that nickname really doesn’t fit anymore.”
He places a kiss on my lips before pulling me onto his lap. “Sure it does. You are so sweet that once I’ve had you I already want more.” I laugh, thinking of his explanation the first time he called me it. God I hated him.
“Okay, Casanova. So…when the tour ends would you want to take that vacation with me? Not on the clock?” I wring my hands in my lap, waiting for his answer.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can.” I work to hide the disappointment I feel. “My boss can be really cranky and I don’t think I can get the time off.” I look up at him and hit him in the chest. “In fact, I don’t even think I should be talking to you right now, she has started to get abusive.” He is rubbing the spot where I struck him, pretending to be hurt.
He has this way of cheering me up and making me forget any of the stressors in my life. “She sounds like a real hassle.”
“She is, but she has her good points too.” His arms tighten around me.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, she’s great in bed.” My mouth drops open and I move to abuse him some more when I realize he has my arms pinned to my side. Sneaky bastard.
Two can play at this game. “At least she’s good in bed. My guy is mediocre at best.”
His eyes catch fire and I immediately regret what I said. “Mediocre?”
“I mean, that is a word that is totally up for interpretation.” I laugh as he pins me underneath him.
“Well, I hope mediocre means fucking incredible to you.” He grinds into me and I arch my hips. A smile plays across his lips as he raises himself off of me. “That’s sad to hear about your guy’s…skills. My girl is in for it tonight.” My body ignites at his promise. No one has ever affected me the way that he does. He can whip any calm situation into a frenzy with just one word.
We pull up to my next interview for one of the beauty magazines. They want tips for the everyday girl. Little do they know that if I am doing my own hair, it’s a messy bun and makeup is basically non-existent. I asked my hair and make-up people what I should say because I honestly have no idea.
I walk into the building, hand in hand with Hunter as the paparazzi go on a feeding frenzy. A loud bang sounds and Hunter pulls me to the ground beneath him. People are screaming and scattering everywhere.
Was that a gunshot?
Oh my God.
My stalker.
Fear runs through me as the weight of Hunter’s body and my impending danger crush me. “Sam, I’m going to get up fast and we run into the building together. Okay?”
I don’t answer him. I can’t right now. All I can think of is the fact that someone wants to kill me. That they just tried to. Hunter jumps up, his arms wrapped around my body, bringing me with him. He picks me up and starts running for the building and doesn’t stop until we are safely inside. He sets me down and pulls out his phone. I can hear him placing a call to the detective.
Arms wrap around me and I let out a scream. “Sam, it’s just me.”
I turn to face Hunter, burying my head in his chest. “Why are they doing this? What do they want?” the words come out strangled by the tears streaming