AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Stepping into the foyer, I stop when I see all the men in Gabriella’s family standing in suits. It’s like one giantGQshoot. Best of all, they’re unaware of how hot they are. “Hi.” I wave to everyone. “Got to use the restroom,” I lie, running to the bathroom in the back of the house.
I stop in my tracks, literally, when I see him walk out of the bathroom I was going to use. He looks down for a second before he looks up at me. A smirk fills his face, making a certain part of me pulse. Fucking Stone Richards in all his fucking glory. Wearing a blue suit, as if he wears one every single day instead of sweaty hockey equipment, his brown eyes sparkle in the lights that are on in the house, along with the sun coming in through the window. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he checks me out, his eyes roaming me from head to fucking toe. “Hey there, gorgeous.”
“Ryleigh,” I remind him, trying not to show him that he’s gotten to me.
“I know your name.” He stops in front of me, looking down at me, and it’s just like the first time I met him a year ago. The pull to him was something I’ve never felt before. It was also the stupidest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Then use it.” I walk around him toward the bathroom before I do something dumb like grab him by his lapels and pull his mouth down to mine. I’m about to close the bathroom door when he stops it with his hand. “What in the world?” I question as he walks into the bathroom. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Research, gorgeous,” he mutters, turning me so my back is against the bathroom door as he shuts it with his left hand over my head and his right hand locking the door.
“And what research is that?” My chest rises and falls as he steps even closer to me, almost pressing his chest against mine.
“It’s better if I show you.” His hands grip my face. “So much better if I show you.”
I make the mistake of opening my mouth to tell him to step back. Instead, his tongue slides into my mouth as his lips crash onto mine. My body doesn’t listen to my head. My head screams at him to back away, but my body arches into him. My hands grip his lapels as my eyes flutter closed. His hands move from my face to my hips, pulling me toward him, and I feel his hard cock on my stomach. I moan as my tongue rolls around his, and he moves his head to the right side, taking the kiss deeper.
We hear voices right outside the door and then the jiggle of the handle, but he doesn’t let go of my mouth. His eyes fly open and so do mine. Looking into my eyes, he continues to kiss me. He moves his tongue around mine, not even caring our families are right outside this door. To make matters worse, I don’t care either. I couldn’t care less. Actually, if he set me on the counter and fucked me, I don’t think I would mind. His tongue plays with mine as he stares into my eyes. It’s the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever done. The voices move away from the door, and he lets go of my lips once the steps have faded away. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says as if he didn’t just kiss the shit out of me. As if I wasn’t just going to beg him to fuck me. As if this one fucking kiss didn’t rock my world. “I knew it.”
As my heart hammers in my heaving chest, I ask, “What did you know?”
“Two things,” he says, loosening the hold he has on my hips and cupping my ass slightly before he lets go of me. My own hands let go of his lapels as he steps away. “One, your eyes turn green when you get pissed or turned on.” He holds up his index finger. “And two, your lip gloss is still shiny.” His smirk fills his face, and I hate that it actually makes me even more wet.
“Well, I’ve learned two things also.” I push away from him even though I want to pull him back. “One, you’re a cocky one.” I hold my own finger up. He chuckles, lifting his hand to his lips to wipe the gloss off them, but nothing is there. “And two, you suck at kissing.” Once I step out the door, I look around to ensure no one is there.
I shut it at the same time I hear him laugh. “You really have to up your lying game, gorgeous.”
Not one to not have the last word, I reopen the door as I see him smooth down his jacket. “Again, it’s Ryleigh,” I repeat before I close the door again to make sure I have the last word.
I make my way into the foyer where everyone slides into the back of the room. As Gabriella and Romeo walk down the stairs, people start to move out of the foyer toward the front door. I smile up at her, pretending I’m fine, and I didn’t just have the hottest make-out session in her bathroom. Since she’s gotten back together with Romeo, we’ve become really close. Actually, I’m close to most of her cousins also, and even went on a girls’ trip with them not too long ago.
I step forward to stand next to my father and feel a hand on my left side as the touch sweeps across my lower back. The touch almost makes me shiver as I look over my shoulder to see who it is. “Sorry, gorgeous.” Stone smiles at me as he walks past and follows everyone out the front door. I watch him go, not moving from the spot I’m in. It’s almost as if I have cement in my shoes.
“Are you ready?” my father says, and I turn to look at him. “You okay?”
No.I shut my mouth before the word comes out. Instead, I smile and put on my game face. Stone Richards just started a game I plan on winning—if I even decide to play. “I’m more than okay.” I smooth down my dress. “Let’s do this.”
CHAPTERTHREE
stone
Six Months Later
“Yo!” Christopher yells from the other side of the house. “The car will be here in fifteen minutes.”
“I’m putting on my jacket!” I shout back at him as I slide on my black suit jacket. I pull the cuffs from the black shirt out before slipping on my black shoes. Taking one more look at myself in the mirror, I push back my hair to the side. I spray my cologne on one side, then the other, before I walk out of the bedroom. “I’m downstairs!” I shout to Christopher’s door right before he steps out wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a black bow tie.
“I’m coming,” he assures me as both of our phones ping at the same time. “I hate wearing ties.” He pulls at his collar. “I feel like I’m being strangled.”
“Batcall,” we both say at the same time, looking at each other as I take out my phone from my inside jacket pocket while Christopher holds his in his hand.
Uncle Matthew Sr.: Holy shit, Romeo just won an Oscar.
It’s followed by a picture of Romeo on the stage talking.
“Holy shit,” Christopher says, “the motherfucker did it.”
“It was a great movie,” I remind him, looking over at him as we walk into the kitchen. I go straight to the fridge for a water bottle, my shoulder hurting me as I reach out. “Tweaked my fucking shoulder.”
