One Wild Night (Hollywood Chronicles #1)(42)

Kaylee nods and takes a deep breath and Abigail glances sideways while mumbling, “Just the Oscars.”

I can see how this must be overwhelming to both women so I try to lighten the tone of my voice. “Now let's do this, okay?” I tell both of them.

“One hundred to one,” Abigail says before leading us away from the limo and down the red carpet past the first group of reporters.

Fucking one hundred to one. Those are my odds. I swallow hard and plaster on my best smile. One hundred and one would have pissed me off last year, but this year…I’ve already won. I have the most beautiful woman in the world, and that is all I need.

“Paxton! Is it true you and Kaylee are engaged?”

“Paxton! Kaylee! Over here!”

There are literally a million flashes, so many that it's blinding. Kaylee's laced fingers through mine squeeze my hand so tightly it feels like a vice.

We stop on the red carpet and all the reporters huddle together taking our picture. One after another they shout questions at Kaylee and me.

“Are you engaged?”

“Is it true Kaylee is expecting?”

“Will there be a Hollywood wedding?”

“Are the puppies rescued or from a breeder?”

“Are you excited to work with George Clooney and Brad Pitt?”

“What are your thoughts on the scandals rocking Hollywood?”

Question after question is fired at us, and I don’t give a shit about any of them because the only thing that matters to me right now is smiling up at me. I'm a fucking lucky bastard for living the life I do. Fame, fortune, and a job most would kill for. But honestly, I'm the fucking luckiest guy in the world because who knew that one wild night could turn into forever.

The End

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Part I





Show Me the Way





A.L. Jackson





Prologue





Alabama - Eleven Years Ago



Rain pelted from the angry sky, and heavy gusts of wind howled through the trees, which thrashed in the blackened night. In agony, I ran, sure my heart had to be beating as loud as the thunder that cracked through the heavens above.

I gasped when my foot slipped on the slick, muddy ground, and I stumbled forward, landing hard on my hands and knees. I cried out, unsure where the pain was coming from—my mind or my heart or my torn flesh.

Why would they do this to me?

I wept toward the ground, stricken with grief, with betrayal, before I heaved myself back onto my feet, trying to find traction. I staggered toward the house, which was lit up like warmth and light just off the road. Clutching the wooden railing, I propelled myself forward and then flung open the door and fumbled inside.

I whimpered in misery when I paused to look around the room. Loss hit me as hard as the storm that raged outside.

Why would they do this to me? How could they be so cruel?

It took about all I had, but I forced myself to move, knowing I couldn’t stay. I had to leave. I had to get away. Choking back sobs, I clung to the banister and hauled myself upstairs and to my room. Knees caked in mud and blood, I dropped to the floor and dug out the suitcase from beneath the bed. I staggered to my feet and headed for the closet.

Tears clouding my vision, I tore clothes from their hangers and shoved them into the suitcase I’d tossed onto the bed, my movements becoming more frantic with each piece I ripped from its spot. The urge to escape only intensified when I moved to the dresser. Distraught, I ripped the drawers from their rails and tipped them upside down, dumping what would fit into the suitcase.

The whole time, I struggled to restrain the sobs bound in my throat. To keep them quiet. To pretend it hadn’t happened. To pretend I didn’t have to do this.

With shaking fingers, I tugged at the zipper.

“Rynna, what’s going on?” The sleepy voice filled with concern hit me from behind.

Torment lashed like the crack of a whip. My eyes slammed closed, and the words trembled from my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Gramma, but I’ve got to go.”

The floor creaked with my grandmother’s footsteps. She sucked in a breath when she rounded me, shocked by my battered appearance. “Oh my lord, what happened to you?” Her voice quivered. “Who hurt you? Tell me, Rynna. Who hurt you? I won’t stand for it.”

Vigorously, I shook my head, finding the lie. “No one. I just . . . I can’t stay in this stupid town for a second more. I’m going to find Mama.”

I hated it. The way the mention of my mother contorted my gramma’s face in agony.

“What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying, I’m leaving.”

A weathered hand reached out to grip my forearm. “But graduation is just next month. You’ve got to do your speech. Walk across the stage in your cap and gown. Never seen anyone so excited about somethin’ in all my life. Now you’re just gonna up and leave? If you can’t trust me, then you can’t trust anyone. Tell me what happened tonight. You left here just as happy as a bug in a rug, and now you aren’t doing anything but runnin’ scared.”

Tears streaking down my dirty cheeks, I forced myself to look at the woman who meant everything to me. “You’re the only person I can trust, Gramma. That’s why I’ve got to go. Let’s leave it at that.”