A Beautiful Star (Beautiful Series, Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

you keep bringing up the fact that I’m a journalist. Is this because of what happened with Marcus?”
    He glances over at me and presses his lips together in a sad smile. “I feel like a pussy. The guy almost choked the life out of me and I fucking froze.”
    “What do you think you should have done?”
    “I don’t know. Something. Anything. I shouldn’t have just taken it.”
    “Well, you don’t have to take it. If you really need to do something, you can always press charges.”
    He shakes his head. “Yeah, and let the world know I clamped up. That would do wonders for my career.”
    It’s at that moment that the doorbell sounds and Jonathan excuses himself to answer it. When he returns, he’s followed in by the room service staff who insists on pouring the champagne for both of us while we silently look on.
    “Strawberry, miss?” he asks, removing the silver lid from a small bowl and holding it out to me in his white gloved hand. I pick one off the top and smile graciously, thanking him even though I really don’t like strawberries.
    “Sir?” he offers Jonathan who has moved to stand over by the window, looking out at the city of Sydney with its beautiful lights that twinkle over a harbour filled with boats.
    “No, thank you,” he says, before turning and signing the receipt when it’s offered. Then the staff member retreats, once again leaving us alone.
    Standing up myself, I move over to the window and look out at the city. “I love looking at the Harbour Bridge. It’s so pretty at night,” I comment, taking small sips of the champagne as I’m not a big drinker, and the little bit I’ve already had is making me feel light-headed. “You know, it’s silly, but, when I was a kid, I used to think that you drove over the top of it, like it was a rollercoaster. I was so disappointed when I found out you go straight across.”
    “I don’t think that’s silly. I think it would be a hell of a lot more fun.” He turns toward me and his eyes meet mine, our gaze locking intensely. I wonder if it’s just the events of the day, or the champagne with little food, that’s causing this strange force between us. And while I stand and wonder why this is happening, his lips meet mine, and he takes a kiss. One I wasn’t exactly ready to give.
    Jerking my head backward, I place my hand on his chest and hold him still as I step away. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m kissing you.”
    “You said you wouldn’t try that again,” I say, shaking my head as anger flashes inside me. “See, this is your problem, Jonathan. This is why you can never be yourself. Because everything you do becomes about sex. I am only here because of the broken window. Lisa is my best friend, and I am not going to have some…some… one night stand with her ex-movie-star-fiancé. I have been the girl who fell into bed with a star and it’s not something I want to repeat. I am not a one night stand girl, and the fact that you’re trying to kiss me again after you promised not to just leads me to believe that you aren’t being yourself now either. I’ll bet this is all just an act. A ploy to get girls to go to bed with you and keep it all a secret because they were the ones who helped to make the movie star feel. ” I over dramatize the last part as I attack him with my words, my confidence bolstered by the champagne I’ve consumed with no food to soak it up. “You bring girls up here, get them drunk on champagne,” I splash what’s left in my glass on his face. “And feed them strawberries!” I throw the strawberry at his chest. “And then you tell them all about the boy who wanted a simple life and how this life filled with decadence is hard for you. You poor, poor boy. Well, fuck you! I’m not going to be another one of Jonathan Masters’s conquests. You can take your hospitality and stick it up your arse. I’m going home. I don’t care if there’s a gaping hole where my window used to be, and I don’t care if the