Page 144 of Tell Me When It's Over

“Ky!” Lenny scolds, smacking my butt.

I return the favor.

“Try to keep it down, babe,” I tell her as I drop her onto the bed and begin working her jeans down her thighs.

I don’t give a shit what Mia or Dylan thinks, or the world outside these walls.

“Violet Wonders, my ass,” I grumble, working the rest of our clothes off our bodies and showing her just how much she’d choose me every single time.

Epilogue

Leighton

“That was Garrick Matthews and Kyler Bishop with their latest number one hit ‘Nobody Like Me’,” the radio host says, making me grin from where I put the finishing touches on my newest bookshelf. “I heard rumors that they’re going to perform their collaboration at the Billboard Music Awards next year. Kelly, have you heard about that?”

I roll my eyes. They’ve already performed the song at the American Music Awards, so there’s no benefit of performing it again in Las Vegas. The shock factor is gone, especially since the song has been number one in the charts every single week it’s been out for the past month.

Kyler and Garrick have recorded two songs together now. The first one was meant as a peace treaty between our families, especially since there was still a lot of tension speculated in the media between me and Chase. It took me and Gordy teaming up to convince Ky it could be a good move to show there’s no bad blood before he finally greenlit the project. The second single was all them, though he insisted he did it for me, especially because all the Violet Wonders guys showed up in the video. I got to watch them shoot it, which means I was reliving my fifteenth birthday, except it was finally legal for me to drink the alcohol that Zayne poured me.

“I don’t think I’d get my hopes up,” Kelly, the co-host says.

“You tell ‘em, Kelly,” I say to myself as I glance at the wood structure in front of me. The top half of the bookshelf looks crooked and I’m fairly certain it’s not supposed to.

The radio hosts keep talking. “Violet Wonders is set to perform their latest that night, and Mia Casanova is stepping back into the spotlight with a solo.”

One of the hosts makes a disgruntled noise, making me frown. “It’s a good thing she had something to fall back on since her show was officially shut down by the network.”

“Don’t get me started on those movies she did last year,” another one says. “It’s really no wonder Rotten Tomatoes scored it so low.”

I make a face and grumble, “Asshole.”

“Who’s an asshole?” Looking over my shoulder, I smile at my fiancé who’s leaning against the doorjamb of my new home office. He walks in and squats down beside me, pecking my lips. “Looks good, babe.”

When he realizes what I’m talking about, he stands and walks over to turn the radio off. I can tell by the look on his face he’s not happy with how they’re talking about Mia. Her acting career started off rough. The first movie she got a small role in ended up doing poorly in the box office, and the second one did even worse. A few people claimed it was because of her, and after a third flop, the media all seemed to agree.

She’s gone back to working on music when she’s not focused on her family. Roman is already two and she’s pregnant with her second child. Even though I know she misses the TV world, I think she’s content with going back to her roots. Harry even seems happier.

“Don’t listen to them,” he says with a sigh, staring down at my work. The face he makes tells me he sees what I do. “Uh, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.”

My lips turn downward. “I followed the instructions…”

He helps me stand it up, but it doesn’t last long before one of the sides falls over and the rest tumble with it. I barely have time to get out of the way before the project I?

?ve been working the last hour on is in a heap on the floor.

We’re quiet for a moment.

Then I say, “Don’t.”

He laughs anyway. “I told you that I’d help you get it built when I got home. You couldn’t wait for me?”

“I was bored.”

He kneels and digs through the pile of wood until he finds the instructions. “I forgot how much you hate winter breaks. You already redecorated our bedroom and the living room.”

“Like I said, I’m bored.”

When he looks up at me, there’s amusement flickering in his eyes. “You’re set on being stubborn, aren’t you?”

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