Page 5 of Saved By the Rockstar Daddy

And then, I’m free and his body is flying backward through the air until it slams against a concrete wall.

A tall, dark figure punches him just once, then he crumples to the floor in a heap.

“You okay?”

Oh, dear god! Are you freaking kidding me right now?

A familiar hand takes mine, pulling me into the light of the lobby.

“Holy shit!” his deep voice says as he takes what I can only assume is the first good look at me.

“Apollo?” It’s him. It’s really him. My Greek god. The only man I ever loved.

Except he left and I kept secrets from him. Secrets that have the power to change our lives if they ever come to life.

I sacrificed for him once, and if that is to mean anything, I need to get as far away from him as possible.

Now.

Because Apollo has a life to live. A larger-than-life existence.

And I’m just little old me.

And I’ll never hold him back.

2

Lucy

His strong arms wrap around me, lifting me until my feet leave the floor. “My God, Lucy! How long has it been?”

“Um, four years,” I mumble, trying not to freak the fuck out. “I think.” I know . The memory of that last day is burned into my brain.

As he keeps holding me off the floor, I look into his blue eyes lined with black , his lips stained red, and even a light blush on his pale cheeks.

He’s all glammed up to perform. The gorgeous rock star he was born to be. “It’s been way too long. Where have you been?”

“Right here in Los Angeles.”

Finally, he puts my feet back on the floor, but doesn’t let me out of his arms.

He looks around me at the man he’s left unconscious on the floor. “Let’s get the hell out of here before that asshole wakes up.”

Slipping his hands down my arms, leaving fire in their wake, he takes one hand and starts leading me away but comes to a sudden stop and faces me. “Oh, wait. Do you know that guy?”

“I met him online. A dating site. This was our first, and now that I know the way he is, our last date.”

He nods and starts heading somewhere again with me in tow.

I step up beside him, trying to match his long strides. “I was on my way out.”

I try to free my hand from his. I can’t stay. Especially not with him. It’s too much to handle right now.

“Yeah, but you’re with me now.” He looks at me and smiles as he drags me along. “I can’t believe the Lucy Bennett was on a date with a stranger. Times certainly have changed.”

I try jerking my hand again, and he pulls me right up against him, his tall, muscular body, hot and demanding.

What is it with guys today? Can’t a person talk without having them gluing us to them?

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