Page 71 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Come on.” She laces her arm through mine. “Time to get the inquisition over.”

“Inquisition?”

She tugs me forward. “It’s fine. They won’t actually torture you.”

Crap. In the excitement about her engagement, I totally forgot their mission was to convince me to stay with Gibson. I drag my feet but Leia’s strong for being tiny. She hauls me into the house and pushes me onto the sofa.

Virginia walks in carrying a tray with champagne glasses. She tries to hand me one but I shake my head.

“I don’t drink, remember? Not even on special occasions.”

“It’s sparkling grape juice.”

“Who’s pregnant?”

She sighs. “No one’s pregnant, silly. I got the grape juice for you. You don’t drink, so we don’t drink.”

I snatch a glass from the tray. “Thanks, but you can drink in front of me. I don’t mind.”

“Except you do mind when it’s Gibson who drinks,” Indigo says.

Leia chuckles. “Way to be subtle.”

“Oh, please. This one is wily. We can’t be subtle with her if we want to get our way.”

I lift my glass. “To Leia and Fender. May they live happily ever after.”

“Told you she’s wily,” Indigo mumbles as we clink glasses.

I finish my grape juice, which is just as disgusting as it’s always been, and set my glass on the coffee table. I motion to Indigo. “Out with it.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “You should give Gibson a chance.”

“Give Gibson a chance?” I furrow my brow. “I’ve given him a chance. We’ve been dating for a while now.”

Leia snorts. “You don’t honestly think anyone believes this fake dating stuff, do you?”

My pulse races. They know it’s fake. Shit. Who else knows? Does Uncle Mercury? No wonder he can’t pick a nursing home to move into.

No. I refuse to believe it. Gibson and I played the part well. They can’t possibly know it was all fake.

“What do you mean fake?”

“I figured it out when we told you a naked woman had come on to Gibson after one of the concerts,” Virginia says. “You had no idea what we were talking about.”

“Ha!” Indigo shouts. “I figured it out before you. At the brewery to be precise. The way he kissed you it was obvious it was the first kiss. If you had really been dating Gibson, there’s no way he could have kept his lips off yours for very long.”

I touch my lips with my hand. “What’s wrong with my lips?”

She snorts. “Are you kidding? I’m straight and in love with Cash and I still want to kiss you to find out how those plump, red lips feel.”

I feel my cheeks warm but I ignore it. “Sorry. I don’t do women. Been there. Done that. Didn’t get off.”

“I knew before all of you,” Leia declares. “When we met you at the party and you didn’t bat an eyelash after I explained about the bet between Gibson and Jett, I knew. No way would you have dated Gibson any longer if you knew he and Jett were betting about who could bed the most women.”

Crap on a stale cracker. I totally forgot about the bet. How the hell could I possibly forget the man I’m considering dating is a complete and total man whore?

“Leia!” Indigo shouts. “You’re scaring her. She’s never going to give Gibson a chance now.”

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