Page 83 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Can I get an autograph?”

“Sure.” This is what we’re here for today after all. Greeting fans who won the chance to meet the members of Cash & the Sinners.

She whips open her blouse to reveal her naked chest. “On the right boob. It’s bigger.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do? Mercy lost her mind about the naked woman in the shower and we were only fake dating then. Now we’re the real deal, and I don’t want to risk her wrath.

“I already have an appointment to have my tattoo guy ink over it.”

She is not making things better.

I should have anticipated this. It’s not my first meet and greet the fans day. And it’s definitely not the first time a fan flashed her tits at me either. Not even close.

“What do I do?” I ask Dylan.

“Didn’t you discuss this with Mercy before today?”

That would have been a good idea. Had I thought of it. But Mercy doesn’t enjoy talking about me being a rockstar. Except when she teases me about never googling me. The woman seriously has no clue how big Cash & the Sinners is and she doesn’t care.

Dylan chuckles. “Good luck, man.”

I dig the marker out of my back pocket. I keep my eyes focused on the woman’s shoulder as I sign her skin right below her collar bone.

“Thanks,” she says as she buttons up her shirt.

Huh. Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought.

Two hours later I’ve come to a different conclusion. It is as bad as I thought.

“Come on, Gibson,” the latest woman cajoles. “I promise I’ll give you the time of your life.”

I snort. As if some nameless, faceless woman can compete with Mercy.

“Not interested.”

“He’s boring now because he has a girlfriend,” Jett hollers.

Naturally, the press hear. The paparazzi aren’t allowed at our meet and greets but there’s still press to make sure the day is documented on social media and in news stories. Let the questions commence.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Who is she?”

“Does she live in Winter Falls?”

Crap. I don’t want them knowing about Mercy and where she lives. Although, I don’t have to worry about Mercy getting scared. She’d probably drive them out of town with her uncle’s Charger while cackling the whole way.

Mike claps his hands to gain everyone’s attention. “The band members will not be entertaining personal questions today.”

My mouth gapes open at his announcement. Mike’s never had a problem using our personal lives to gain press coverage before. Don’t get me wrong. The guy’s a good manager. But he’s also a vulture who will do anything to ensure the band stays in the limelight.

“I spoke to him this morning,” Cash mutters to me.

I cock an eyebrow in question.

“We don’t need a repeat of what happened with Virginia.” The paps surrounded her and she had a panic attack. Dylan thought he’d lost her.

“Or Leia,” Fender grumbles.

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