Page 52 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

I jump out of the Hummer and hurry to Mercy. Her scowl deepens as I approach. “What’s wrong?”

“Is that anyway to greet your girlfriend?” Indigo asks.

I ignore Indigo and shackle Mercy’s wrist before dragging her off the porch and across the yard to my house next door.

“What’s going on?” I ask once we’re behind closed doors.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why didn’t you tell me about the woman?”

My brow wrinkles in confusion. What is she talking about? “What woman?”

She shoots daggers out of her eyes at me. “What woman? Are you going to deny you had a naked woman with you in the shower?”

“Oh, her.”

“Oh, her? That’s your response?”

I hear a bag of chips open up and glance over my shoulder. Jett is sitting on the sofa with a beer and chips. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m enjoying the show.” He motions to us. “Please proceed.”

“Don’t you have a surfing competition to get to?”

He shrugs. “I’ll grab a later flight.”

I point to the door. “Out.”

He sighs as he stands. “You’re no fun anymore.”

I am not arguing with him about this. I march to the door and fling it open. He gathers his stuff and heads for the door.

“Try not to get bitten by a shark this time.”

“Try not to fall in love and break our pact,” he growls at me as he leaves.

“Have a good time!” Mercy hollers after him. He flicks a hand at her.

I shut and lock the door before returning to her.

“Now, where were we?”

She rolls her eyes. “You were acting as if a naked woman in your shower wasn’t a big deal.”

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“I can’t deal with this. I can’t deal with a cheater. I’ve had enough of men cheating on me. Consider our deal over.”

She stomps toward the door but I hurry to stand in front of her to block her.

“I did not cheat on you,” I grit out.

She leans forward to get in my face. “Just because this is fake doesn’t mean you didn’t cheat on me.”

“I didn’t cheat on you because nothing happened with the woman. How did you even find out about it?”

“Seriously? You’re more concerned about getting caught than with how you hurt me.” She scowls. “Typical man.”

I growl. “I am not a typical man.”

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