Page 106 of Breaking Hollywood

“Day after tomorrow. Got a meeting with the studio heads first thing. I’ll catch you before I head back to Vancouver though.”

“Sure thing.”

I stub my cigarette out and go to get up to see him out, but he pats me on the shoulder.

“Don’t get up. I’ll see myself out.”

“Okay. Later, man.”

He gives Gucci a stroke and then leaves.

I light up another cigarette and stare out at the night sky and the city moving below me.

I can’t believe Julian thinks I’m in love with Speedy.

I’ve never loved a woman in my life, and I don’t intend to change that.

The only person I’ve ever loved in my life is Tate. Well, I loved my parents once, but that died a long time ago.

But do I love Speedy? No. No way.

I like her, sure. But not love.

Fucking Julian, winding me up.

I finish my cigarette and make sure that Gucci has done her pissing and shitting for the night. Then, I take her inside with me.

She follows me to my bedroom. I push the door open, and Gucci runs in and jumps on her chair.

Speedy is asleep. The lamp is on, and her Kindle is facedown on her chest. She must have fallen asleep while reading.

She looks beautiful.

My heart starts to beat faster.

But I don’t love her.

I’m just in like with her.

I go over, pick the Kindle up, and put it on the nightstand. Then, I turn the lamp off and go into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth.

When I’m done, I climb in bed. Speedy rolls toward me in her sleep, her arm sliding over my waist, and it makes me smile.

“Speedy?”

“Mmhmm?”

“You awake?”

“Mmhmm.”

I scoot down the bed, so my face is closer to hers.

“I need to tell you something.”

One of her eyes pops open.

“I lied to you. The day you ran me over, I said I didn’t remember you from the club. I lied. I did remember you.”