Page 67 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

She rolls her eyes. “Typical man. The world could fall down around you but as long as someone complements your dick, you’re happy.”

I step closer to her. “If I recall correctly, my cock made you very happy the other day.”

She pushes me away. “And then you fled the bed because you’re a big fat chicken.”

“I had a moment of insanity.”

She snorts. “A moment? It’s been three days and not a peep from you until you announced in front of the whole town that you want to be my sugar daddy.”

“He can be my sugar daddy anytime!” Clove waves from her front porch.

“Aren’t you married?” Mercy hollers at Clove.

“We can be in one of those polyamorous relationships. We read a book about one in sexy book club.”

“Sorry, I’m a one woman man,” I declare.

Mercy bursts into laughter. “Good one.”

“I’m not joking.”

She waves away my words. “You kidder, you.”

I’m not kidding. I’m no longer interested in other women. Only Mercy.

I shackle her wrist and haul her toward my rental house. I’m done with people interrupting me. It’s hard enough trying to figure out what I need to say to Mercy without the entire town adding their two cents.

“Why did you offer to be my sugar daddy?” Mercy asks once we’re behind closed doors.

“I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to be supportive.”

“You’re my fake boyfriend.”

“I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend anymore.”

She sighs. “I figured this was coming. Do you want to stage a public breakup or tell everyone we’re done? And what reason are we going to give? The nosy Nellies in this town are going to want a reason.”

I stalk toward her until her back is up against the wall. “We’re not breaking up. We’re making this real.”

“What? Real? We agreed. This isn’t real.”

“Felt awful real to me the other night when I was buried deep inside you and you were shouting my name in ecstasy.”

She glares at me. “I did not shout your name.”

I smirk. “Yeah, you did.”

Her nostrils flare as she inhales a deep breath. “Nevertheless. We agreed this would be fake.”

“We also agreed we wouldn’t have sex. Things change.”

“I knew having sex with you was a mistake,” she mutters.

“No.” I slam my hands next to her head on the wall and lean in until I’m close enough to breathe in her spicy scent. “Me and you are not a mistake. Never a mistake.”

She studies my face. “You’re serious. You want this to be real.”

“It is real.”

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