Filed To Story: The Perfect Spiral Book PDF Free by Ashley Constantine
I gave
Ben a weak smile and turned back towards the house. “I’m tired. I think I’m going to go to sleep.
I’ll see you tomorrow before you fly out?”
“Sure thing. I’ll come wake you up and we can spend some time together before I leave. Just the two of us. Goodnight, sweet cheeks.” He kissed my forehead and I stood, shaking the sand off before heading back to the house.
I picked up my shoes from the deck and carried them up to my room. I needed some time to think. What did I really want? Maybe going to New York would help me clear my head.
I need some time to myself.
“The main focus of the event is for you to share your journey into the world of science and engineering. The goal is to inspire young girls to follow in your footsteps, to see you as a role model.
You should delve into your background, share the moment you knew you wanted to pursue this field… No personal questions about you, but I’d brace myself for a few…
You’ll be in a large auditorium, so it’s going to be a big crowd. Don’t let that intimidate you… If you’re uncomfortable answering a question, just say so, and they’ll move on.
There will be a swarm of photographers, so expect a lot of flashes during your talk. Try to stay focused. It’ll be more of a Q&A than anything…
Oh, and brace yourself for some tough, science-related questions. I can’t help you there, that’s not my area of expertise…
And please, whatever you do, don’t curse… it’s going to be live,” Knox’s agent briefed me as we sat in the private plane that People’s magazine had sent to fetch him.
The plane was luxurious, with soft white leather seats lining both sides-singles on one side, pairs on the other, some separated by sleek grey tables.
The walls had a black marbling effect that shimmered with cleanliness, and the grey carpet was so plush that I couldn’t resist taking off my shoes to feel the softness against my feet.
“Live?! Nobody said it was going to be live!” Panic surged through me, and I felt Knox’s hand rest on mine. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. Live? Well, shit!
“It’ll be alright, baby doll. I’ll be there if you need me,” he soothed, rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.
“Alright? You know what I’m like in front of a crowd… Is it frowned upon to take shots before going on?” I asked his agent, who laughed and shook her head.
“You can have a maximum of two shots twenty minutes before you go on, but no cursing!” She gave me a pointed look over the rim of her wide-framed glasses.
I nodded, turning my gaze back to the window, sighing as I looked down at the clouds beneath us.
She flipped through the event criteria once more, gathering her thoughts. Then, she moved the sheets back into her briefcase and pulled out another stack of papers.
“Now, your turn,” she said, pointing her pen at Knox, who was leaning his head on his hand, staring back at her. His hand was still on mine.
“Are you going to tell me who your Instagram photo is of? Because thanks for the heads up, I was blindsided by this and got numerous calls from magazines asking for a comment…
So, fill me in next time and tell me who it is.”
“I want to keep her privacy,” he stated simply. She looked at him, pushing her glasses up her nose as she tried to read him.
Privacy? My privacy? That’s been gone for a while.
“I’m not going to comment, but I’m your agent, I should know who it is, Knox… I can keep her privacy intact,” she said, leaning forward on the grey table that divided us.
He sighed and looked at me, then reached over the seats next to him to pull his laptop from his sports bag. He entered his password, and the first thing that popped up was the photo of me, smiling down at him from his lap.
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Why was this open on his laptop? He spun it around to face his agent, leaning his lips on the top part of the laptop, looking straight at her.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked, placing his hand back on mine and sitting back with a raised eyebrow.
She smirked, her plump red lips curling up at the corners. “Loud and clear.”
With a salute, she lowered her eyes back to the papers in front of her, scanning the notes she’d written in the margins and on sticky notes.
“You have that interview with Gerry next month for ESPN. They’re going to come down to Savannah, and I’ll be there too. They’ve given me a lot of questions to read over.
A lot of them are about your dating life. Do you want to read them and tell me which ones you don’t want to be asked?”
He shook his head. “I’m not talking about it, full stop. It’s nobody’s business,” he said, releasing a long breath.
Seeing the small crease form between his brows, I could tell he was irritated by the fact she was even entertaining these questions.
“Knox, you have to answer some or people will tune out and they’ll lose ratings. It’s all about ratings and money with these guys, you know this. You can be vague with your answers, but you have to answer at least three questions…”
She flipped the page over and clasped her hands on top, looking over the table at him. He grunted, looking out the other side of the plane in thought.
“You’re the most talked about player. Everyone wants to know what type of girl you like, your idea of a perfect date. You have every girl in the country chasing after you, give them something…”
She tried to entice him into rethinking his decision. She was right, he was the golden boy that wanted to know about. everyone
“Not every girl-” he mumbled, then sighed and signaled for her to hand over the questions.
“I’ll read them, but I’m still not sure I want those questions asked. I play football, that’s what I’m there to talk about… On a sports channel, for God’s sake!” He lifted his hands in the air, making a very valid point.
“Just read them and let me know. I’ll be over there making a few calls for this event, alright?” She stood up and walked down the plane to where her laptop was set up.
As she pulls out her phone, I watch her place the other one on the table and start making calls. Knox, meanwhile, is flipping through the sheets of paper. I can’t help but notice that they’ve only printed on one side.
“Well, that’s a waste of paper. Why didn’t they print front and back? Without trees, we wouldn’t be breathing…” I trail off as he starts to laugh at me.
He leans back, his mood shifting subtly. Picking up the paper again, he squints in concentration, his finger resting on his upper lip. It’s a habit of his when he’s focusing. His jaw is relaxed yet sharp, his eyes dancing across the page as he reads the questions.
I catch myself admiring his features as he huffs and smirks at the inked words. How can one person be
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