A Life Like This (Life #1) Read Online Free

you’re completely smitten over this McHottie who has literally fallen into your life.”
    I laugh at the old nickname he coined back in college. Ugh, maybe he’s right. “I don’t know what it is, Joey. The way he looked at me, those weren’t hello eyes, nor where they sex eyes. They were just so fucking intense I wanted to crawl in him!”
    I blush thinking about those eyes all over my body. Joey nods. “I’m looking at his eyes right now, and damn, I can see what you mean.” I snap my head over and look at the screen. There he is, Blake Harper, staring at me through the computer screen. God, he is even more handsome than I remember. How is that even possible? Usually my mind turns a hot guy even hotter, but fuck, my memory did not do him any justice. “Should I leave you and the screen alone, AP?” I punch him and he jokingly rubs his arm.
    “Enough!” I yell as I stand. “I don’t want to creepily stalk him. He’ll probably forget me by tomorrow. Let’s get ready and go out.” I tilt my head to the right and pout just a little. The look in Joey’s eyes tells me I won and we are hitting up the clubs tonight.
    I love going out with Joey, mainly because he picks my outfit and does my hair and makeup while we drink and talk. These are his secret skills he doesn’t like to tell people about, but I don’t care as long as he fixes me up. Who doesn’t like to be pampered by a hot man? He is the best friend I could have ever asked for. I met him freshman year at NYU. We happened to have the same English class and were wearing the same sweatshirt and dark jeans. Even our Converse shoes matched. We had a good laugh and haven’t stopped laughing since. We only shared that one class, but that’s all it took for our bond to be made. We were part of a dance group on campus as well; it brought us closer. He would always play the guitar for me when I would sing in the quad to get people to show up at our dance events. A history of unpleasant upbringings also contributed to our closeness. Before I knew it, Joey became the brother I never had. I’m blessed to have him in my life. Joey likes to think he’s gay. Not that it matters to me who he sleeps with. After all it’s nice to talk to a man about men, one of his many perks. However, on very rare occasions he does sleep with a woman, but it’s few and far between. He’s a gorgeous horny man who can only resist so many of the beautiful women he’s constantly surrounded by. Joey is a model as well as a part-time photographer. He truly is great at both. His physique is impeccable. The man spends too much time at the gym; although, I think it has more to do with the eye candy he finds there than the equipment. He is 6’3 with short dirty blond hair, which is always styled just right. He has beautiful hazel eyes and fair skin. He really is the typical “All-American Boy.”
    His photography is something we actually do together. He’s a landscape photographer and I go with him to random locations. It’s fun. We usually hike until he finds just what he’s looking for. After turning his photos into canvases, a small shop in Manhattan puts them on display in their gallery. He always signs the pictures simply JL, not wanting people to know his identity. He says that will cause them to sell without merit and he wants people to actually appreciate the art and not his name. I love him for that. Yes, he is that famous. Joey Livingston is an underwear model for various brands. I normally see him grabbing his dick daily on billboards throughout the city. I think it’s funny and he loves it, the cocky bastard. He was noticed in college and did small jobs here and there until we graduated, and then he went at it hard. Being such a fine specimen of a man, he has worked with so many top designers I’ve lost count. I don’t blame everyone for wanting him in their clothes, or most of the time, lack thereof.
    Once he has finished working his magic on me, we grab a cab to his