Mia Knight
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C13, PT. 4
🕑 Added 2024-06-23 15:00:02 +0000 UTCWhen she entered the closet, she saw the pile of clothes she left on the ground when she changed to meet Sarai were no longer there. She hoped the housekeeper was the one to pick them up, but a glance at the suit Roth had changed out of and placed in the designated area for dry cleaning made her doubtful that the housekeeper handled her clothes. She would make more of an effort not to be so careless in the future.
She tugged on sweats and thick socks and climbed into bed with her laptop. She read and reread Johanna Ledger’s message, still unable to believe that she had a personal message from her favorite author. She wanted to continue the conversation, to befriend and enhance the connection, but didn’t want to come off as a weirdo. Instead, she turned her attention to responding to comments on her post and got into a spirited discussion about Ballad of Deception. She snickered when Sarai joined.
Didn’t I tell you he’d be happy to see you?
She rolled her eyes as Sarai’s name popped up in a private chat and sent the correlating emoji.
Tell me what you did in the office is going to end up in the next book!
Her cheeks heated. I don’t know what you’re talking about, she messaged back.
Don’t play innocent. He couldn’t get enough of you on the flight back to New York. I know exactly what you look like after he’s wrung you out.
She was mortified, amused, and a little smug. You have a problem.
Yes, it’s called an overactive imagination. I don’t know what’s worse—coming up with scenarios or knowing every detail.
Why don’t you apply those scenarios to the book you’re supposed to be writing?
She grinned at the emoji that Sarai sent with the tongue sticking out, and narrowed her eyes when she received a list of interior designers.
I emailed you links to their websites and TV shows or magazines they’ve been featured in so you get a feel of them and their work. These designers think outside the box. I’m sure one of them will suit you!
She ignored the list and returned to the discussion. Her readers were nagging her for information on book five. After a short internal debate, she admitted to severe writer’s block and that she was going through some personal challenges. Losing her father, becoming a multi-millionaire, and remarrying her ex definitely justified as challenging. Most of the readers were understanding, supportive, and sympathetic, but there were a few dicks who said they were giving up on her for not delivering and started ranting about what an awful author she was and compared her to others who were much more successful and published regularly.
She blocked these accounts instead of giving them a platform to rant. She wasn’t going to apologize for needing more time. No explanation would satisfy them and if she rushed through a book to placate them, these readers would be the first ones to criticize her for lazy writing or putting out something subpar. She wasn’t going to live her life being controlled by the masses—how often she should publish, what she should write, her character’s fate… She spent most of her life trying to please people. Suppressing her own wants and needs for others was a recipe for disaster. Wisdom taught her to put herself first and protect her peace, even if that meant she lost a chunk of her audience. She had no intention of begging anyone to stay. Those who appreciated her and were willing to wait would stick around. The others could fuck off and find other authors who meet their needs and criteria.
She was so into the chat that when she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, she shrieked and clutched her laptop to her chest as if that was going to protect her from the boogie man. Roth raised a brow as he slicked back his sweat soaked hair.
“How long have you been standing there?” she demanded.
“Long enough to hear you muttering about someone named Tess and Ren, and that someone could kiss your ass.”
She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. He wasn’t smiling. If anything, he looked more angry than when he left. Wasn’t he supposed to be filled with endorphins after a workout? “I’m chatting with my girls.”
“Your readers?” he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Her mind went blank as she took in the ripped body on display. If her girls could see Rex in the flesh, they would have heart palpitations and start to salivate.
“Jasmine.”
Her eyes flicked from the pants that hung ridiculously low on his hips to his impatient scowl. “What?”
He shook his head, clearly annoyed, and stalked into the bathroom. Propped against the headboard, she had an excellent view of him as he stripped. If he wasn’t so pissy, she may have joined him in the shower and offered to scrub him down. Instead, she took in his sculpted body from afar and when it disappeared from view, opened a fresh document to describe that work of art in as much detail as possible for future reference.
She had no clue what she’d said or done to put him in such a foul mood. She didn’t want him to stay that way. She wanted happy, affectionate Roth. On a burst of inspiration, she raced out of the room. He just came back from the gym. A cookie was the last thing he should be eating, but having something sweet might cheer him up. She’d never seen him eat dessert aside from Thanksgiving with her family, and he never commented on the delicious dinners from the in-house five-star chef. The food could have been tasteless for all the attention he paid to it. Food was purely for sustenance, not pleasure. Well, she was going to change that.
He was standing beside the bed in a pair of gray sweatpants, with his chest bare when she skidded into the room.
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Comments
Jordy
I don’t know how to explain it properly but I reckon he’s annoyed that their interactions are sexual and not intimate. BUT also that he’s scared when their sexual interactions become intimate. I also don’t feel he’s forgiven her and I think him holding onto that is seriously going to do damage
Priscilla
They are definitely gonna have sex again. 💦🥵🍆 . 😂
Priscilla
Why didn't she just get naked and scrub his back.... I would have. 🥵🫶🤷♀️
