Bound to You:The Complete Novel

By: Vanessa Booke

“I really don’t think there’s anything for you to say.” Miles smirks as I put my hand on my hip. He used to say that I was sexy when I was mad.

“Would you just give me a chance to at least talk to you?” I step back as he tries to close the space between us. His presence is overwhelming. I hold back tears as a rush of sadness washes over me. We’ve known each other for so many years. How do you just cut someone like that from your life? Being alone with my ex-fiancé is probably not a good idea, but my curiosity always gets the best of me.

“Are you going to tell me how you didn’t mean to fuck her?” I can taste the bitterness of my words, but I don’t care if I hurt him. I want him to hurt.


“Fine, let’s go outside. My mom doesn’t know what’s going on.”

“You still haven’t told her?” he says in a hopeful tone.

Miles and I sit inside his red Ford pickup truck staring out over the view of downtown Los Angeles. The sky is surprisingly clear of smog. It’s a rarity out here. My parents’ house is situated on a hill that has a beautiful view of the city. It reminds me of the view from Mulholland Drive. We used to love going up there. We’d drive up, pull off on the side of the road, and mess around. The few times I’ve driven up since we broke up have been heartbreaking. The scenery no longer brings me happy memories. Only tears.

“I heard you were leaving,” Miles says, frowning.

I reposition my body against the door, trying to distance myself from him. There isn’t much room between us, and each time he moves his hand, it brushes my leg.

“I am.”

“Why? Because of what happened?”

He makes it sound like ‘what happened’ isn’t a big deal. I don’t need to explain myself to him. Apparently, I haven’t made it clear enough that I’m not his anymore.

“Not everything revolves around you.”

“Then why?” Miles says, putting his arm around the top of my seat. “Why haven’t you returned my calls, Becca?”

The past few weeks have been difficult to say the least. I miss him—as much as I don’t want to. I know it would be so much easier to just slip back into his arms. To pretend like nothing happened, but my pride won’t let me.

“Miles, I can’t forgive you for sleeping with her.”

“It isn’t what you think.”

“Oh, really, tell me then…”

“Becca, we’re co-stars. We’re doing the TV show together. That’s it.”

“I caught you two together in our bed! You’re just sorry you got caught.” Be strong. My voice nearly breaks. “You’re lucky my mother doesn’t watch cable or she would’ve thrown you out of the house the moment you tried stepping inside.”

“Scarlett doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Scarlett. Just hearing the name makes my head want to explode. She’s some famous Australian blonde beauty that has everything going for her—including huge assets.

“There’s only you,” he says, nuzzling his nose into my hair. “I’ve missed you.”

“Stop,” I whisper.

“I know you still love me,” he says, brushing back a strand of hair.

“I do, I mean, I did.”

He traces his finger down my arm. He’s too close. I can’t trust myself around him. He doesn’t wait for my response. It happens so fast, there isn’t enough time to react. He crushes his lips against mine, pulling me to him. I used to love the way Miles would kiss me. It was gentle, slow, and sensual, but this was different. His hand creeps up my shirt, finding its way to my nipple and pinching it slightly.

“Miles… no.”

“Becca, it’s not my fault. My agent said I would get more camera time if I started seeing Scarlett. It’s for the show! She doesn’t mean anything to me. He didn’t think it would be a good idea for me to be seen…”

“Seen with what? A normal woman? Or do you mean someone my size?” I have to admit I threw in that last part just for the hell of it. I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious when Miles went from sleeping with someone like me to sleeping with Ms. Double Ds.

“It’s not like that, Becca. Please let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” His hand slides up my dress, pushing apart my legs. “I’ve thought about this every night.”

“No.” I slap his hand away. “You can’t just pretend like we’re okay and go back to how it used to be.”

“Becca, please. Let’s try again.”

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