❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: Meant to Be - Bebe Rexha
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"Dear lord..." I muttered to myself, smacking my head in my hand. Why? Because around 12 feet in front of me was River, ripping his shirt off, revealing a toned 6 pack and grinding against a bunch of girls.
Joel had been the only one willing to give me a lift to this place Harley had been talking about. Everybody else seemed pretty scared of me. And to be honest, he was no way joking when he emphasised on mansion.
What had I been expecting? After all, River Romano was a celebrity so of course his friends would be loaded.
Did I want to confront him? Of course not. I definitely want to embarrass myself by going up to him when he was hanging out with his sexy model friends. But that still didn't give me an answer as to how to get him to come with me to this dance session that was in- I checked my watch. 30 minutes.
"Crap," I said to myself, jumping a little when I felt a hand behind my back. A tall, blonde with dreamy blue eyes sat down in the bar stool beside me. Damn, was I swooning? Hell yes. I couldn't stop my eyes from raking through him. Boy, was he edible.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" He asked, his voice low and husky. I cringed a little. I swore I'd seen that line in a film. His face tinged red under the flashing lights as I realise that I'd thought out loud.
"Uh maybe?" He responded before laughing, a deep rumble echoing from his throat. I laughed with him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Man, River was long gone from my mind. "Hang on, I've got another one."
I raised an eyebrow, silently asking his to continue. "What's a beautiful girl you doing without my number?"
Still cringeworthy.
Well, this is awkward.
In the end I panicked a bit which was probably why I found myself giving him my phone number. I hadn't been approached by anybody for that in a hell of a long time. May as well tick giving my phone number to a stranger in a foreign country off from my bucket list. I'd thankfully found my poor phone in River's room.
I wasn't going to lie, I didn't mind though. This guy was a masterpiece and I was breaking into a sweat at the fact that he'd even chosen to speak to me,
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked me.
Hell yeah.
I was just about to reply, when somebody plumped themselves down on the chair in the other side of me.
Such a mood-kill.
He ran a hand through his already messy brown hair, breaking out into a grin before calling Kayla at me. I tried not to be dazzled at the fact that two very good looking men were sitting on both side of me, one of which being topless.
