The facade looks carefree, as if she doesn’t have a worry in the world. The real
person is struggling, minute by minute, for control over her life. The real
girl knows that her worst fear has come true. She’s lost all sense of who she
is. The order of her life, that she clung so desperately to, is dust in the
wind. The only thing that she has is her one true love. She’s lost herself, and
that’s a devastating thing to admit. She’s struggling every day to find her new
normal. And, she’s winning.
Colin
saunters into the second bedroom in the suite at the Peninsula Beverly Hills,
that’s been turned into my personal salon. The bed was removed before we
checked in. There is a makeup chair in the corner surrounded by chests of
cosmetics and lights brought in for the occasion. Two wardrobe racks line the
walls with tuxes and back-up dresses. I
watch him approach me from behind as I stare into the floor-length, silver
framed, modern accessory mirror that’s propped up against the wall.
I
can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s quite possibly the most beautiful man
alive. Even his crooked nose adds to his perfection. He walks up behind me and
places a soft kiss on my neck, just where it meets my shoulder. It’s a simple
kiss, but it holds so much promise when our eyes lock together in the mirror.
“You’re
so fuckin’ gorgeous that I’m not letting you out of sight tonight.” He pauses,
and wraps his arm around my waist, splaying his hand possessively on my
stomach. “But, I can’t wait for this evening to be over so I can wipe that shit
off your face, wash your hair, lose this dress, and see the real Charlie that
puts this girl to shame. I want you naked and underneath me. I want the Charlie
that nobody else sees. I want my beautiful girl,” he whispers in my ear, as his
hand travels south.
Just
when I don’t think that Colin can get any more awesome, he drops a line like
that. It’s like he’d been reading my thoughts. The man knows me so scarily
well. “Well, McKinney. I have to say that you’re no slouch yourself in that
tuxedo.” I run my eyes up and down his physique, drinking him in. He can fill out his Armani tux—well. His wavy,
dark blonde curls have been slicked back away from his tan face. His stubbled
jawline is rugged and sexy while still giving him a sophisticated air. The
black jacket and crisp white shirt that he has on makes his emerald green eyes
sparkle. “I wouldn’t be opposed to
skipping out on the evening, heading to In and Out Burger, and making damn good
use of this suite.”
I
shift my eyes downward and watch the affect that my words have on Colin. I
watch his bulge grow inside his pants. Mission
accomplished.
“You
like that,” he asks, shifting his own eyes to his erection in the mirror. We
both know that it’s not really a question. It’s a statement. If we never had to
leave the bedroom, Colin and I wouldn’t have a problem in the world.
I
smile my best devilish smile. “Shall we go.” I leave the suggestive statement hanging
in the air. It has so many meanings. Shall we take off our clothes and skip the
Espy Awards for a night of passionate, earth-shattering lovemaking? Or shall we
go walk the red carpet right now, with Colin’s raging erection, proving to the
world just what we mean to each other?
I
catch Colin’s look in the mirror, and I know that, unfortunately, it will be
neither. We will walk the red carpet together, but we’ll keep our public
persona firmly in place. This is business. He’s required to attend these award
shows for his sponsors, for his team, and for the millions of fans that buy the
products that he pimps. This is also the first time that we’re being
photographed together in public where we actually get to pose.
Our spell is broken
when he cast his eyes down to the plush, navy carpet. “Come on, beautiful girl.
Let’s go get this shit over with.” "Finding Infinity" will be available on November 26 through Amazon.
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