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“Most tourists go to the Empire State Building because it’s iconic,” Reynold begins, leading me to the plexiglass barrier. “I’ve always loved Top of the Rock because you actually get toseethe famous landmark.”
The clear night sky allows for the perfect view of The Empire State Building. It’s lit up in beautiful shades of light pink and deep blue. It twinkles and transforms between the colors.
Reynold’s hand rests on my back as he inches us toward the glass barrier, where we wait to take pictures. I sigh, content as fuck, and lean my head on his shoulder. Our security detail keeps us barricaded from people who recognize him and gather near us.
After a couple of minutes, we find an open spot for our turn with the magnificent view. Reynold takes some photos of me with the skyline in the background. Then we snap some selfies. Next, he hands his phone to a woman who I met once. Rey must have told his assistant to meet us here to help with the chaos. She certainly hadn’t been with us the entire night.
Her name is Hailey, and she’s an adorable short woman who’s in her early twenties. She’s tiny but fierce because she’s scowling at anyone who gets too close. She even yelled at a couple of people who tried to push past her.
It feels like we’ve been taking pictures for ages. Reynold poses us in every way imaginable, including plenty of shots of him kissing me or snuggling into my neck. He even did one of those prom pictures where he’s behind me, his arms around my waist.
“These are going all over my social media pages.”
I roll my eyes playfully because he showed me the ones he took of us earlier. He posted two of them. One photo was of us in front of a mirror back at the penthouse. He’s behind me in his blue suit, opened to reveal his black V-neck shirt. His hand is snaked around my stomach in a possessive way. In the other photo, he’s leaning down and kissing my neck.
He captioned the post “mine” with a ton of hashtags including girlfriend and my love and it already has a million likes and tens of thousands of comments. I will never read those comments. Reynold said he has people going through them now, searching for death threats or bullying that his team will report and remove.
Lana told me she went through the same thing with Mylan.
Once we’re done taking photos, Reynold places a sweet and short kiss on my lips.
“I have to say hi to my fans.”
I nod and he leaves me with one of his bodyguards so the other two can protect him amongst the horde. Hailey stays by his side, managing the demand. He takes selfies and signs autographs and answers a million questions, including some about me. I get a few dirty looks from people, but I also have several women and young girls who look like me and have my body type come up and say hi.
I expect them to ask how I did it. How the sexy movie star fell for the fat girl. It’s a silent question that will eventually be voiced. The only way I can answer is that not everyone in this hateful world believes the horrible things said about us. Some people are decent and have their own opinions and interests.
I just happened to find a man who sees me through his eyes and not the world’s.
Chapter 21 – Reynold
Thedatewasperfect.Savannah was perfect. I feared she’d hate the spotlight and decide she wanted to end things with me. I know better. That’s not who Savannah is. She’s strong and fierce. She punches men who try to kiss her without her permission and beats up gropers at bars and gets arrested for fighting for her rights.
She threatens cowardly paparazzi.
Savannah hesitated to put herself out there for the world’s unfair judgement, but she lifted her head high and didn’t let any fear show. She welcomed my fans with open arms, even the ones who tried giving her the cold shoulder. She smiled at them and made sure they knew that I’mhers.
“Why are you looking at me like you’re about to devour me?”
We’re back at the penthouse, just inside the door where she’s slipping off her flats at the shoe stand built into the wall. She rubs the back of her neck, then stretches it side to side.
“Because I am.” I shoo her hands away so I can massage her sore muscles.
She moans the moment my fingers bite into the muscles and my cock jumps at the sound.
“Have you thought about that book, Savannah?”
“Mhm.”
“Do you own it?”
“It’s one that you bought me. I’ve read it before.”
I lean in, my breath fanning her neck. “Go get it and meet me in our bedroom.”
“Our bedroom?”
“I said what I said.”
