the garage door opened and George could see El eyeing him from the house. She stepped out cautiously. Shit, this is just going to make things worse .
“George...Emanuel?”
“You got this, Man?” George called as he took off toward the garage, toward her.
“Sure, Will. I got it.” He was trying to hold everyone back and block pictures at the same time.
George closed the garage door and pushed open the door to the house. He mentally kicked himself for letting his temper get away from him.
“George?” Stella ran her finger tips over his rapidly swelling knuckles. “What happened?”
He shook his head. “I’m tired of it! They were blocking the road and on my property. They can’t fucking do that!” He sucked in a breath as Stella gently kissed his knuckles. “I kinda just went nuts on them.”
“Your hand. You okay?”
“I’m fine. I just need some ice, I guess.” George couldn’t believe he’d done that. “That was stupid,” he admitted.
She led him upstairs and got some ice, making him sit at the bar. She gently placed the towel-covered ice pack on his knuckles. “Well, I’m just glad I’m not the only one who does stupid shit.”
Staring at the mirror, she started bicep curls; she couldn’t believe she had to start at five pounds an arm, but it was her physical therapist’s orders. She was testing her body, seeing what it could take. Andy, one of the trainers, came up to her and touched her on the back. “It’s good to see you, Stella. You’re looking good.”
“You’re not a good liar,” she joked, “but, thanks, Andy.” She found it best just to accept people’s comments and move forward. Stella put her earbuds in her ears and turned up LMFAO so loud she couldn’t hear herself think.
After two hours of working harder than she had in months, she realized her cute new white sports tank was see through once she sweated through it. Her nipples were clearly on display as she left the gym. Embarrassed, she dug around her Civic and pulled out an old tank top, shoved it on, and drove to George’s house. Her phone rang and she saw it was a blocked number.
Ignoring her phone was second nature now. She got all sorts of calls lately. Pulling into the garage and lowering the door behind her, her phone notified her of a new message. Listening to the voice on the message made her skin crawl; he didn’t say anything to identify himself, but she knew it was him. Jamie wanted her to know he knew what she was doing and when she was doing it. However, he wasn’t that original. Most people who were on Twitter or watched the tabloid shows knew her whereabouts. Distracted, Stella walked right into George’s chest.
“Hey, babe.” Stella stuffed her phone in her gym bag.
“Hi. Good workout?”
“Any workout is a good workout,” she said as she walked past him into the stairwell.
George reached out for her arm and grabbed it, pulling her close so he could whisper in her ear. “I love you sweaty.”
Smiling, she turned back to George and wrapped her sweaty arms around his neck. “I love that you love me sweaty,” she responded.
He pushed her up against the wall and then looked at her with a question in his eyes. Hating that he thought he had to ask her to make sure she felt up to sex just made her even more pissed off at Jamie. Stella nodded her head stiffly. A grin broke out across his face, showing those damn dimples, which made her forget all about being pissed off.
Her phone rang again and she kicked her bag down the hall.
“You’re soaking wet,” George commented as he took off her top.
Now it was her turn to smile. “Don’t you like it when I’m soaking wet?”
“Fuck...” George groaned as Stella grabbed the crotch of his jeans, which was already hard for her.
She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, kneeling in front of him. George tensed and braced himself on the wall. She looked at him and smiled, amused at his reaction. He closed his eyes as she kissed
“George...Emanuel?”
“You got this, Man?” George called as he took off toward the garage, toward her.
“Sure, Will. I got it.” He was trying to hold everyone back and block pictures at the same time.
George closed the garage door and pushed open the door to the house. He mentally kicked himself for letting his temper get away from him.
“George?” Stella ran her finger tips over his rapidly swelling knuckles. “What happened?”
He shook his head. “I’m tired of it! They were blocking the road and on my property. They can’t fucking do that!” He sucked in a breath as Stella gently kissed his knuckles. “I kinda just went nuts on them.”
“Your hand. You okay?”
“I’m fine. I just need some ice, I guess.” George couldn’t believe he’d done that. “That was stupid,” he admitted.
She led him upstairs and got some ice, making him sit at the bar. She gently placed the towel-covered ice pack on his knuckles. “Well, I’m just glad I’m not the only one who does stupid shit.”
Staring at the mirror, she started bicep curls; she couldn’t believe she had to start at five pounds an arm, but it was her physical therapist’s orders. She was testing her body, seeing what it could take. Andy, one of the trainers, came up to her and touched her on the back. “It’s good to see you, Stella. You’re looking good.”
“You’re not a good liar,” she joked, “but, thanks, Andy.” She found it best just to accept people’s comments and move forward. Stella put her earbuds in her ears and turned up LMFAO so loud she couldn’t hear herself think.
After two hours of working harder than she had in months, she realized her cute new white sports tank was see through once she sweated through it. Her nipples were clearly on display as she left the gym. Embarrassed, she dug around her Civic and pulled out an old tank top, shoved it on, and drove to George’s house. Her phone rang and she saw it was a blocked number.
Ignoring her phone was second nature now. She got all sorts of calls lately. Pulling into the garage and lowering the door behind her, her phone notified her of a new message. Listening to the voice on the message made her skin crawl; he didn’t say anything to identify himself, but she knew it was him. Jamie wanted her to know he knew what she was doing and when she was doing it. However, he wasn’t that original. Most people who were on Twitter or watched the tabloid shows knew her whereabouts. Distracted, Stella walked right into George’s chest.
“Hey, babe.” Stella stuffed her phone in her gym bag.
“Hi. Good workout?”
“Any workout is a good workout,” she said as she walked past him into the stairwell.
George reached out for her arm and grabbed it, pulling her close so he could whisper in her ear. “I love you sweaty.”
Smiling, she turned back to George and wrapped her sweaty arms around his neck. “I love that you love me sweaty,” she responded.
He pushed her up against the wall and then looked at her with a question in his eyes. Hating that he thought he had to ask her to make sure she felt up to sex just made her even more pissed off at Jamie. Stella nodded her head stiffly. A grin broke out across his face, showing those damn dimples, which made her forget all about being pissed off.
Her phone rang again and she kicked her bag down the hall.
“You’re soaking wet,” George commented as he took off her top.
Now it was her turn to smile. “Don’t you like it when I’m soaking wet?”
“Fuck...” George groaned as Stella grabbed the crotch of his jeans, which was already hard for her.
She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, kneeling in front of him. George tensed and braced himself on the wall. She looked at him and smiled, amused at his reaction. He closed his eyes as she kissed
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