Cover Model by Devon Hartford

Author:Devon Hartford [Hartford, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Amazon: B013VKE876
Publisher: Devon Hartford
Published: 2015-08-11T23:00:00+00:00

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CONNOR

My phone buzzes on the table next to the bed, ripping me awake. I swipe it off the wood so it stops making so much noise. It vibrates in my hand less loud.

The first thing I do is make sure Electra is all right.

She sleeps quietly beside me, her back to me.

Good.

I check the number on my phone. Fuckin Gloria. It’s also four fuckin thirty in the morning.

I jump out of bed and take the phone into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me. “Why are you calling so late?” I whisper, sitting on the toilet.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because I was sleeping. What do you want that’s so important it can’t wait until fuckin morning?”

“I forgot to ask you earlier.” She sounds pleasant. “How did your interview go with Electra Warmoth?”

Fuck. I don’t say anything for a long time.

Gloria laughs. “I got her name from Madeleine. Funny how you played the pronoun game when we talked this afternoon.”

“The what?”

“You kept saying they and calling her the reporter. So I asked Madeleine for their name. Surprise, they was a SHE. I looked her up on Facebook. She’s very attractive.” It’s not like Gloria to stalk me this bad.

“So?”

“Are you with her right now?”

I look around the empty bathroom. “No.”

“So why are you still whispering? Who’s going to hear you in an empty hotel room?”

“The fuckin neighbors. I’m here alone so you can fuckin relax.” I say it in a regular voice. It echoes against the tiles and tub. Fuck.

“You’re in the bathroom, aren’t you?”

“I’m takin a piss, Gloria.”

“I don’t hear any pissing.”

“I’m sitting on the toilet because I didn’t wanna turn the light on. Or make a mess for the maid.” I stop myself before the lying gets too obvious. Less is always better.

“So thoughtful of you, Connor.” She doesn’t say anything for several seconds. Maybe she believes me. “She’s in your bed, isn’t she?”

Fuck. I lean my elbows on my knees and run my hand through my hair. “What do you care? I thought we had an agreement. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“Maybe it’s time we change our agreement, Connor.”

“Fuck that shit.”

“Fuck. That. Shit, Connor?”

“You heard me.”

“Someone is getting too big for their britches. I think all that adulation you got today at the convention is going to your head, young man.”

If she only knew. I’m so pissed right now I want to punch a hole in the wall. Or her face. I shoot to my feet. “What the fuck do you want, Gloria?”

Her voice goes cold. “Who do you think you are, Connor Hughes? The next Channing Tatum?”

“I don’t think I’m anybody.”

She chuckles. “That’s right. You aren’t. You can’t even act. You’re just a body model. I can name twenty other nameless hard bodied men doing the fitness circuit in this town who think their abs are their ticket to stardom. But guess what? They’ll fade away just like you will.”

I snort a laugh.

“You think that’s funny? You think you’re special? You think you’re going to be the next big thing? The only reason you’re anything, Connor Nobody, is because I made you something.

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