Hollywood Playboy (Hollywood Royalty #1) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hollywood Royalty Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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I shake my head. “I eat just about everything.” I walk to the balcony door, passing the marble fireplace with a gold framed mirror hanging above it and vases of white roses. I push aside the sheer drapes and open the door, walking outside. A black table is in the middle of the long balcony with four chairs. Two white loveseats sit on either side of the table. Huge potted cement blocks hold up round green balls with lights on them. It’s magical. I walk out farther, looking up at the stars and feeling the warm breeze.

The door opens behind me, and Frank comes out. His tie is gone with his jacket, three buttons are open at his collar, and his sleeves are rolled up. “Here you are,” he says, handing me a white wine while he holds his bottle of beer. “Cheers.” I hold up my glass and clink it against his.

Susanna comes out holding her own glass with slippers on her feet now. “I ordered more food than we are going to eat, but that’s what you get when you give me bird food,” she says, going to her husband’s side. She puts a hand around his waist, and he bends to kiss her lips and then her head. Smiling at them, I take a sip of my wine, and when I hear the door open again, it’s Tyler.

He smiles at us and comes right to me. His arm goes around my waist, and his lips crash on mine. “Hey,” he whispers, then kisses me again. “Sorry I took so long.”

“Um . . . you just kissed me in front of your parents . . . again,” I whisper to him.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He turns to look at his parents who are looking at us. “Did you order me a burger?” he asks, not letting go of me. His mother nods, and then his father walks toward the loveseat, leaving just the two of us. “I’m starving,” Tyler says, pulling his tie away from his collar with one hand and unbuttoning the first button. I try not to think about him kissing me in front of his parents. “Relax,” he says softly, kissing me again. “We are safe here.” I nod, then reach up with my free hand to wipe my gloss off his lips. “I made plans for us tomorrow with my parents.”

“You think that’s a good idea?” I ask him. “The whole town knows you’re here.”

“Yeah, well, Alex just came out with his new girlfriend. Trust me, no one is going to be looking for me.”

“Okay,” I say quietly. I don’t fight him on this. “You good?” I ask him.

“I am now,” he says, letting me go finally to shrug off his jacket and roll up his sleeves like his father. The food comes as soon as he sits in one of the chairs, and we spend an hour getting way too full, all of us overeating.

We walk out of his parents’ room hand in hand, his fingers intertwined with mine, his jacket draped over his other arm. I don’t ask where we are going because I don’t care as long as I’m with him. He opens his door, and we walk in. He pulls me to the living room, and as soon as I see the room, I stop. There are red and white rose petals everywhere, and the lights in the room are off. The whole room glows from about a hundred candles, all in their own glass vases, floating on water. I spin in a circle, and they are everywhere. The rose petals make a path to the bedroom. “What is this?” I ask him as he tosses his jacket on the couch.

“This is the only way I can publicly tell you how sorry I am,” he tells me, coming to me. “I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t your fault,” I tell him honestly, wrapping my arms around his neck. Finally, for the first time today, his hands go from my hips to my ass, pulling me into him. “But there is a way you can make it up to me,” I say with a twinkle in my eye, and he spots it. His cock is already hard, pushing into me.

“Yeah, and how is that?” he asks, kissing my neck now, and then trailing his tongue out till he gets to my ear and nips it.

“Nothing says you’re sorry like champagne waterfalls,” I tell him softly, and he groans, taking my mouth with his. His tongue slides into my mouth as my hands go to the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them slowly at first and then with need. The kiss deepens, and I slide the shirt off his shoulders, our lips still connected. He walks me backward to the bedroom until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I sit down on the bed. He doesn’t say anything because his eyes say it. The bedroom is exactly like the living room, the yellow glow of the candles filling the huge room, but in here, vases and vases of white roses are everywhere—on the floor, on the table, beside the bed. Every single exposed place has roses on it. “You did all this?”



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