Page 68 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Why the change? You were dead set on not entering into a relationship before.”

I scowl. I don’t want to explain my boring past to her but I have to give her something if I’m going to convince her I want something real with her. “Let’s just say, love hasn’t treated me well before.”

She snorts. “And it has me? My ex cheated on me and then stole the business I’d built up.”

I cringe. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“In lieu of sympathy, I’ll accept an explanation.”

“I walked right into that, didn’t I?”

“I did leave the door wide open for you.”

I grin. This woman is amazing. I’m having one of the most serious conversations of my life and she makes me smile. No wonder I’m falling for her. She’s perfect for me.

I kiss her forehead before stepping back and starting to pace the room. “I’m trusting you here.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the wall. “If you don’t think you can trust me, there’s no chance we can build a relationship.”

Damn. She’s right. “I do trust you.”

She raises her eyebrows.

“I do,” I insist and I realize with a start my words are true. Mercy would never sell my story to the tabloids. Hell, she still doesn’t know the extent of my fame because she prefers country music and refuses to google me. That’s a problem for another day.

I blow out a breath. “But I’ve never told anyone about this before.”

The fight bleeds out of her eyes. “If you’re not ready to tell me, I’ll understand.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be perfect.”

She smirks. “I can’t help it. I was born this way.”

I make my way across the room to her and frame her face with my hands. I kiss her nose before closing my eyes and blurting out, “My parents sued me for all my money after Cash & the Sinners got famous.”

She gasps. “Are you kidding me?”

I open my eyes to find hers are filled with righteous anger. “I wish I were kidding you.”

“Where do they live? Do they own cars? I’m a mechanic. I know how to cut brake lines and no one will ever figure it out.”

“Are you offering to kill my parents?”

She places a finger over my lips. “Shush. I never said the word kill. You assumed it.”

I kiss her finger. “Now you know why I don’t do relationships.”

“My mom’s an alcoholic. I never met my dad. And I only met my uncle because Mom found out he’s rich and sent me here to put him in a nursing home. And you know about my asshole ex cheating and stealing from me.”

“What are you saying?”

She shrugs. “My life resembles a country music song.”

“At least you realize how cliché country music is.”

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