Joemar Russo's POVWho is this?Staring down at my phone, I send the text with a grin, knowing full well who it is. I finish filling the two glasses with ice, then check for her reply:Very funny.My phone rings.I’m both surprised and impressed by the bold move of her calling me, and answer, “Hello?”“I don’t think Russo is your real last name.”“It’s not.”“What?” The shock in her voice resounds through the connection. “It’s not? Do people know this? Is it public knowledge?”“It’s not a secret, but it’s not something I advertise either.”There’s a pause, but then she asks, “What’s your last name?”“You don’t do any research, do you?”“I do plenty for characters or restaurant reviews. Research on people I know is something I avoid if I can. I’d rather know the real them.”“Sounds like you’re catching on to the manipulation of the media.”“If I didn’t prior, I do after the other night. Today is the first time I feel like I can breathe a little.” The sound of her breathing rushes forwa
Thursday . . .I hate Thursdays.Four days with my son isn’t enough.He’s had me serving him ice cream well after bedtime and jumping in puddles because who cares about expensive shoes when I can ruin them with Cullen. Watching him go-kart at an indoor track in Jersey was the highlight. He’s going to be better than I’ve ever been.I wish he could see me race, at least once, in person. I can already hear Terry arguing that it’s too disruptive to his schedule. I could challenge that argument, but that won’t change the fact that I need to respect her as his mother.“Hop up, buddy.” My mom takes his backpack while I lower down so Cullen can jump onto my back. As much as I love his curiosity, I don’t think I can have another thirty minute conversation about the cracks in the sidewalk.We start walking again. “We’re booking it today,” she says, eyeing me with a reserved smile.“I can slow down.”“You don’t need to do me any favors. I can keep up with you kids.”I chuckle, knowing she’s the
Returning to the other block, my mom is nowhere to be found, and Madonna sits on a stoop waiting for me. I approach. “Hey there.”She stands on the first step when she sees me, dusting off the back of her jeans. “Hi. Your mom said she was tired and caught a car to her place.”“She runs 10ks,” I say with a chuckle. “She wasn’t tired. She wanted to give us time alone.”“Well, you shouldn’t out her like that. Next time, just play along.”It’s the late afternoon cool air, the light that always seems to find itself shining in her eyes when she looks up at me, and a lot about her that has me gravitating closer. I want to rub her hip and hold her close with the other hand. I want to caress her cheek and kiss her.That would cause a real scandal if anyone caught us. I can’t say that dissuades me though.When I move a little closer, she asks, “So you like to be called Daddy?” She bites her lip while her eyes stare into mine, insinuating everything.Damn . . .She’s going to be the fucking deat
It’s a bummer that the tone has changed, that we’re both on guard more, and all conversation has ceased to exist. If there are eyes, ears are listening in as well.The pizza finally comes out the window, and we hustle away from the crowded pizzeria and down a block before we stop. She looks across the street and then at me. “Your place or mine?”When our eyes connect again, I think we both know that question is loaded with more than dinner plans. But she doesn’t hesitate. “Yours.”XXXMadonna Saint Elise POV“Why are you in the city if you’re filming in Vancouver?” Joemar asks before devouring the last of his fourth piece of pizza.The man can eat. It’s actually impressive. Even if this is the most divine pizza that has ever touched my tongue, I fell out of competition after two large slices. Joemar is still going, reaching for another.“I had an audition this afternoon.”“For a movie?”It felt like home on that stage today, the feeling still soaring through my veins. “For a play on Br
Although I’m amused by the rambling, I won’t make her suffer any longer. I cross into the room and go straight for her, running my hands around the base of her neck and bending to kiss her. It’s gentle at first, the tension still felt in her shoulders. But when I encourage her lips apart, and our tongues meet, her body loosens under my touch.I walk until the back of her legs meet the bed, then stop everything. “I want you to take your clothes off. Will you do that for me, babe?”A thousand thoughts cross through her eyes as panic sets in. “Like, just strip right here with you staring at me?”“Yes.”“Whew,” she exhales loudly with her hands planted on her hips. I expect her to start pacing at this rate or throwing jabs in the air. “I can do that. Yep, no problem.”As entertaining as this is, it’s not exactly what I intended. “You psyching yourself up there, champ?”Her eyes find mine again. “Sure am.”“If you’re not comfortable—”“No,” she starts, on the verge of another run-on senten
Madonna Saint Elise POVShe responds: What? Me: Why are you up at this hour?Paula: I was snacking. Why are you up at this hour?I didn’t know she had a middle-of-the-night appetite, but maybe it’s a thing with chefs. I reply:Walk of shaming it back across town.My phone instantly rings. I laugh, needing the lightheartedness right now. “Hello?”“Do tell.”“Two words.” I track my gaze to the driver, who seems too occupied in his own world to be concerned with mine. Whispering, I say, “Joemar. Russo.”“Holy sh—”“I know.”“How the hell did that happen? What happened to he’s horrible, and I hate him and all that talk about rude, offensive, frustrating?” She takes a breath and adds, “Attractive.”“Absurdly so. Yeah, I remember, and I’m eating my words now.”“What else were you eating last night?”A bubble of laughter escapes me. “Pizza. That’s it.”She fake yawns, and then she laughs. “Boring. Tell me the good stuff.”I stare out the window and begin to recognize that I’m getting close t
Joemar Russo POV“I’m not sore anymore,” Madonna drops casually into our call.“That’s too bad. I liked you walking around with the memory of me.” I slide lower on the bed until my head hits the pillow. “But it was a good run.”“Trust me, I still have the memories.” She giggles, and I find myself holding the phone closer to my ear so I don’t miss any sounds. Then she says, “We need to make new memories soon. When will I see you again?”Although I know I head home after the race on Sunday night, I have Cullen the following four nights and then Brazil after that. Fuck. I palm my brow and drag my fingers into my hair. “Other than video?”“A new territory for us to explore soon, but I want to see you in the flesh,” she says, her voice trilling into suggestion.“What’s your schedule?” I put her on speaker and flip over to my calendar.“I return to New York on Thursday for a three-day press blitz and the premiere.”“We can’t see each other then?” I can ask my mom to hang out with Cullen, ge
It takes about two minutes of me staring at the phone, but then I receive a reply:Thanks. I’m feeling good about tomorrow. I’ll try to call you after the race. Sweet dreams, babe.Me: Sweet dreams.As much as I love our nightly calls and text exchanges, I’m feeling lonely. Sleep is going to be my friend tonight instead of dwelling on the fact that I won’t get to see Joemar in person for another week. That is, if I can slip away during the time I’ll be promoting the movie.XXXWatching Joemar come in fifth and move up in the rankings along with Saint Elise Racing has me wishing I had someone to celebrate with. I know he won’t see it for a while since he can’t have his phone on him, but I text Joemar anyway:So proud of you! Congratulations!I also send a congrats to the family group text, letting them know I watched from Vancouver. I get quick replies from most of them. Harry is celebrating with the crew in the paddock. I want to be there, but being a distraction is not something I wa