Page 16 of Accidental Husband
He smiles that sameI'm getting exactly what I wantsmile and offers his hand. "Trust me, Jules. By the time we're back in Los Angeles, you won't even remember Jackson's name."
"You're not supposed to bring him up."
He mimes zipping his lips then returns his hand to shaking position.
I take it.
Shake.
I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil.
But I kinda like it.
Chapter Six
Griffin
Honestly, the Cinderella retellingisn't bad. It's better than the shitty action movies I watch with Wes. It's a hell of a lot better than the Barbie pink cover suggests.
The heroine is caring, loving, and tough as nails. She deals with a shitty, abusive father without cracking.
She could bail. Disappear somewhere else.
But she stays for her little sister.
She spends her days taking care of her family. Spends her nights disappearing into her fantasy life, talking to her online crush.
She has no idea who he is, she only loves him for his sweet personality. Of course, he's Hollywood royalty. A rich, handsome actor with a hundred thousand screaming fangirls.
And he's tall. Ridiculously tall for a sixteen-year-old.
I've read a few books with Jules. The guys are always handsome and tall. Even when they're fifteen.
What's with the height obsession?
I don't get it. I'm exactly six feet tall. Jules is five ten. We're practically eye to eye. When we hug—
There's something about bodies connecting in the right places.
Not that I think about Jules that way.
More that I've fucked a lot of women who were her height. Or taller. Or shorter. It never really makes a difference.
Yeah, there are some positions that work better with certain proportions, but I can make anything work.
Jules is taller than Jackson, yeah, but it's not like the height difference is why he's a bad lay.
It's 'cause he's boring and selfish.
She can play coy about it if she wants, but I'm not buying it. That twitch in her lip gives her away.
She thinks she's a good liar. Maybe she is, but not when it's the two of us.
I know her tells.
Besides, I know what a satisfied woman looks like.
The only time Jules is satisfied is after she finishes a matcha latte.
