God, does he kiss me.
My lips part for him and his tongue slides against mine, so warm and inviting.
I never want to stop kissing Jameson Lewis.
Kiss me
Kiss me under the stars
Kiss me under the sun
Kiss me stupid
Kiss me with all that you are
Be mine forever
Be mine and more
The Present
I break out of the memory and push Wes away as he tries to slip his hand down my pants. “Stop. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I can’t marry you.” I don’t even wait
for a response. I rush up to the guest room, lock the door, and sit on the bed. Did I really just do that? Did I really just call off my wedding to chase a dream?
And what if I don’t win? I’ll be back at square one.
Shit, Barb is gonna hear about this and it’s gonna be a war. The only person I know that would support me one hundred percent and actually be happy for me is Ruby Jane. She doesn’t want me with Wes. Of course, she thinks I belong with her brother.
“Peyton.” Wes bangs on the bedroom door.
“We’ll talk later. Okay?”
He doesn’t answer me. I know I’m hurting him. I wish I had never said yes to marrying him. I wish I could go back and change it all. I’ve made so many mistakes but in life we don’t get to go back. If only time travel were real like in my books.
Laying back on the pillows, I let out a sigh and let my tears fall.
Eventually, I drift off to sleep. I can worry about this all tomorrow.
Chapter 9
Jameson
I am really excited about this opportunity. There’s nothing like your first big break, and the fact that I am going to help in someone feeling the rush makes my dick hard. I dress in my lucky white t-shirt and throw on a black plaid shirt over it with my ripped jeans and a pair of shit kicking boots. A quick rub over my head with a towel and I’m ready to roll.
The cab drops me off at the front entrance of Pure Country, the company producing the show.
I’m rock ‘n roll, but this will be great for widening my audience. I smoothly walk over to the blonde with perky tits, manning the reception desk. I flash a wicked grin and in a blink of an eye she is stuttering to make sure if I need anything and she does mean anything, at all, to please let her know and she will accommodate me appropriately. I kiss her hand and whisper, “Honey, I’ll be sure to call your name if my needs aren’t being met.”
She melts back into her leather chair; probably so wet she’s stuck to the damn thing. I’m merely guessing, but by the moan that left her lips when my skin touched hers was a dead giveaway. I leave the receptionist to daydream about running away with me and step into the elevator. I laugh to myself. I didn’t even catch her name. Sometimes it’s too damn easy, but then again, so are the women.
Stepping off the elevator I am greeted by another busty blonde whose name is Monica. I spoke to her earlier this morning when she called to schedule the meeting. Monica leads me into a large conference room and lets me know to have a seat wherever I please.
“Harvey Grant will be a little longer than he anticipated, he’s still in another meeting.” Monica fetches me a bottle of water and lets me know that she has arranged for me to view some of the audition tapes for the contestants.
I’ve suffered through the fifth rendition of Cups when I hear the most beautiful voice I have ever heard in my life. I skip back a scene to catch the name and place a face to this captivating voice.
Fuck me.