Center Stage (Bright Lights Billionaire #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Ali Parker
means, but I was hoping her answer might leave me with some margin to be normal while stealing her heart.
Her heart? No. That was far too high up for my goals. I wanted between her thighs. Nothing more.
"No one is willing to start the buffet line. You guys get up there and eat, please. Let’s get this shit started so we can go home and get in our pjs soon. " Deza stopped beside us, interrupting our intimate conversation and leaving me without an answer.
“We’re having a pj party tonight? I sleep nude.” I shrugged as Riley chuckled and Deza growled.
"I’m not shy, and to be completely honest, I'm starving." Riley turned and walked to the long buffet line where her man stood, not looking nearly as pissy as I would have been about her standing close to another man. Did they have one of those odd relationships where they let other members into their bed? Like swingers or something close to it? Odd.
"What the fuck was that?" I turned to my agent and put my hands on my hips. "I almost had her seduced. You owe me."
"You did not. Stop acting like a dick and eat." She pushed softly at my chest.
"You stop acting and eat a dick. I have one you can practice with." I laughed as she pushed at me.
"I swear you're ten years old most days."
"More like fifteen, but close." I put my arm over her shoulders and squeezed. "Find out who Jace is and help me get rid of him."
"Nope. That’s not happening." She pulled from me.
"All right. Then game on." I popped her ass hard and walked to the table, picking up the platter of shrimp and walking toward the door. "Fuck you guys. I'm going to hang out with the only big kahuna-"
"Shit, Ethan. Fine. Ugh. Put the shrimp back and behave," she growled at me. "I hate you sometimes."
"No, you don't. You wish you did, but you just can't do it, can you?" I winked and set the shrimp down before looking back at a group of staff with a cocky smile on my face. "Just dicking around with my wife. She likes it when I do that... anything with my dick really."
Laughter filled the room as she smacked me and growled at them, "Don't encourage his lies."
Chapter 4
Riley
I rolled my eyes at Ethan's antics. He was too cute for his own good, but the sad part was that he was more than aware of it, and taken.
"I'm going to have his children. I've decided." Charlotte let out a girlie sigh next to me.
Jace picked up a plate. "I don't see what the hype is all about. He seems like a regular dude with a little bit of make-up and a fruity-ass haircut."
My need to defend Ethan roared to life, but I pushed it back down. He didn't need to be defended, and I'd never seen Jace get upset or jealous over another guy. It was almost humorous.
"Don't be a hater," I mumbled and pressed my shoulder against his as we moved down the buffet.
"Why would I be hating on him? He just has everything in the world that any man could possibly want, and then some. The fucker has the perfect life." Jace rolled his shoulders and sighed.
"Well, he doesn't have me." I was only teasing, but the look on Jace's face said that he didn't have me either. Not that I was the end all be all. I wasn't. Not for either of them obviously.
"That looks good." Ethan moved in on the other side of Charlotte and plucked a cherry tomato off her plate.
She giggled as I lifted my eyebrow at him. "You're in rare form tonight."
He bounced on his feet and shrugged. "I'm excited. I love the start of a new filming session. It feels like my slate’s been wiped clean and it's time to start over."
“Your slate being wiped clean?” I turned my attention back to the table. “That would be one hell of a job for the one with the Windex.”
“You’re telling me. My arm hurts just thinking about it.” He reached for the same piece of cheese I was working to get and plucked it from the tray. “I’m guessing you have nothing on your slate that needs to be removed, Miss Goodie-Goodie?”
"When are we leaving for Rio?" I ignored his comments as my lip
Her heart? No. That was far too high up for my goals. I wanted between her thighs. Nothing more.
"No one is willing to start the buffet line. You guys get up there and eat, please. Let’s get this shit started so we can go home and get in our pjs soon. " Deza stopped beside us, interrupting our intimate conversation and leaving me without an answer.
“We’re having a pj party tonight? I sleep nude.” I shrugged as Riley chuckled and Deza growled.
"I’m not shy, and to be completely honest, I'm starving." Riley turned and walked to the long buffet line where her man stood, not looking nearly as pissy as I would have been about her standing close to another man. Did they have one of those odd relationships where they let other members into their bed? Like swingers or something close to it? Odd.
"What the fuck was that?" I turned to my agent and put my hands on my hips. "I almost had her seduced. You owe me."
"You did not. Stop acting like a dick and eat." She pushed softly at my chest.
"You stop acting and eat a dick. I have one you can practice with." I laughed as she pushed at me.
"I swear you're ten years old most days."
"More like fifteen, but close." I put my arm over her shoulders and squeezed. "Find out who Jace is and help me get rid of him."
"Nope. That’s not happening." She pulled from me.
"All right. Then game on." I popped her ass hard and walked to the table, picking up the platter of shrimp and walking toward the door. "Fuck you guys. I'm going to hang out with the only big kahuna-"
"Shit, Ethan. Fine. Ugh. Put the shrimp back and behave," she growled at me. "I hate you sometimes."
"No, you don't. You wish you did, but you just can't do it, can you?" I winked and set the shrimp down before looking back at a group of staff with a cocky smile on my face. "Just dicking around with my wife. She likes it when I do that... anything with my dick really."
Laughter filled the room as she smacked me and growled at them, "Don't encourage his lies."
Chapter 4
Riley
I rolled my eyes at Ethan's antics. He was too cute for his own good, but the sad part was that he was more than aware of it, and taken.
"I'm going to have his children. I've decided." Charlotte let out a girlie sigh next to me.
Jace picked up a plate. "I don't see what the hype is all about. He seems like a regular dude with a little bit of make-up and a fruity-ass haircut."
My need to defend Ethan roared to life, but I pushed it back down. He didn't need to be defended, and I'd never seen Jace get upset or jealous over another guy. It was almost humorous.
"Don't be a hater," I mumbled and pressed my shoulder against his as we moved down the buffet.
"Why would I be hating on him? He just has everything in the world that any man could possibly want, and then some. The fucker has the perfect life." Jace rolled his shoulders and sighed.
"Well, he doesn't have me." I was only teasing, but the look on Jace's face said that he didn't have me either. Not that I was the end all be all. I wasn't. Not for either of them obviously.
"That looks good." Ethan moved in on the other side of Charlotte and plucked a cherry tomato off her plate.
She giggled as I lifted my eyebrow at him. "You're in rare form tonight."
He bounced on his feet and shrugged. "I'm excited. I love the start of a new filming session. It feels like my slate’s been wiped clean and it's time to start over."
“Your slate being wiped clean?” I turned my attention back to the table. “That would be one hell of a job for the one with the Windex.”
“You’re telling me. My arm hurts just thinking about it.” He reached for the same piece of cheese I was working to get and plucked it from the tray. “I’m guessing you have nothing on your slate that needs to be removed, Miss Goodie-Goodie?”
"When are we leaving for Rio?" I ignored his comments as my lip