BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part 3 by Jenn Marlow

Author:Jenn Marlow [Marlow, Jenn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Almost as soon as we were settled, the lights of the large arena-esque theater began to dim. The small chatter that filled the room quickly died down. I gripped the Playbill tightly with my sweaty palms. I was nervous. Nervous for her.

I couldn’t dare flip through the pages; I couldn’t look at her name. I felt the butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach enough without doing anymore to remind me of the fact that she was in a leading role.

I felt a large lump in my throat, a lump so large that I couldn’t even swallow it.

But almost as if on cue, Derek’s hand found mine. He gripped my balled up fists firmly and pulled it open. The Playbill dropped to the floor, and I felt my hand relax within his almost instantly. He was good at making me forget.

“She’s going to do great,” he whispered, and as soon as he did a piano began playing softly. All of a sudden, a sound of a whirling wind came across, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they had mimicked it. Were they using a fan? What were they using? Nothing sounded motorized… it just sounded like a heavy wind.

And all of a sudden, chills ran over my flesh and I realized that I was cold.

Snowy hills appeared with a backdrop of mountains and a gorgeous blue sky. And then there stood Polly. She wore heavy gear, and although I had no idea what mountain climbers wore, I assumed the costume was probably pretty accurate.

I couldn’t help but curve my lips in a smile as I watched her look out in the audience just before she was accompanied by another actor.

He came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was good-looking. Tall, with dark features, and a gorgeous-looking physique. I actually felt like I was looking at a man who climbed mountains in his free time.

Polly leaned into him, lovingly.

“It’s so beautiful, Tim,” she sighed, continuing to look out into the audience.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and immediately my eyes rolled to the back of my head. A love story? Really?

Polly sighed contently, just before pulling away so that she could turn to face him.

Their eyes locked, and I shuddered at how convincing she was.

I felt like I was watching an actual corny scene take place, rather than a made-up one.

I watched, mesmerized, as the man lifted her chin with his finger and thumb, and found myself sitting at the edge of my seat when her eyes closed longingly and he leaned in and kissed her.

I was surprised by the kiss so soon, or their confessions of love at all, for that matter. I wondered if that meant the play might lead into some sort of treacherous zone. I mean the main characters never got together until the end, unless something bad was going to happen. And I knew, right then, that I was already intrigued. I was in it. I was in the story.

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