Warning this book is rough. Not edited.
We wanted privacy. We wanted a normal relationship with no high expectations. But that's hard when you have a whole fan base keeping tabs on your relationship. With that comes no privacy and very high expecta...
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I flinch back scoffing when a mascara wand almost stabs me in the eye. "Watch it," I sneer out as the hair lady grabs a piece of my hair and starts curling it. I cringe at the sight of steam coming from the hot iron. There goes my hair...
When you have multiple people surrounding you doing different things, it gets a little too much. I would have gladly gotten myself ready for the premier, but Liam being the baby, it makes him a whole crew fix me up. He sassed me and I quote, "You need a lot of fixing that calls for professional help." But don't worry, he got a mouth full from Chris after his insult.
I'm so glad my man is protective, I don't have to fight my battles alone anymore, he will be by my side holding my hand.
Looking in the mirror after all the "help" I needed, I smile fondly at myself. I look beautiful, my long hair is lightly curled, my skin is glowing because of the makeup on my face. My navy dress is long and tight, showing off my long legs, seeing that it has a slit going mid thigh.
I smooth my hand over the silky fabric that fits like a second skin. My mind is screaming at me that Chris is going to flip, I can't wait to see his face. Sitting down on a chair now alone in my dressing room, I slip on my black three-inch heels.
I lean back in the chair when I feel mini tornados bouncy around in my stomach. This is the first time I'm seeing the full movie done. Not to mention watch it with a stadium full of fans and walk down the red carpet. I know that I'm a celebrity and I've been one for most of my life, but that doesn't mean that I like the spotlight.
Many people call me weird, but I like to call myself special.
A single tap on the door catches my attention, "Come in," I call out. My lips pull up into a smile once I see my sunshine peck his head through the crack of the door, giving me a sexy grin.
"Well hello butterfly," he pauses, looking me up and down and whistling, "You look outstanding."
Standing up, I meet him halfway, "You look marvellous."
"Ravishing," he states, pulling my hips with firm hands.
My gaze travels to the door and I'm satisfied when I see it's already closed. Hocking my arms around his neck, my fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Your drool worthy," I whisper as his lips advance to tango with mine but I quickly pull away, "Nope the lipstick," pointing my finger in his chest when he tries again, "This took an hour buddy don't ruin it because I'm the one that's going to get in trouble."
He whines and throws his head back, "But I want to, they look so plump and," he pauses and looks down, "Shit."
Worry builds up in the pit of my stomach, "What's wrong?" I say walking closer to him but frown when he steps back.
