Page 17 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

I shrug. “Fits the hair and golden personality that Carmen seems to think you have.”

“Not a fan, Mia?”

“You’re alright,” I mumble.

I’m more than a fan, but there’s no reason anyone but myself needs to know that. He starts to walk away, but I call his name to get his attention.

My job is to protect him, not fall for him... again.

How do I protect his heart when I'm the one who might end up breaking it with the secret of Liam?

“Listen, it’s time to start taking this seriously. You need to let me do my job, or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

His gaze turns from heated to something but softer, and he nods in understanding. “I’m starting to think you’re right, baby.”

I groan, his chuckle echoing down the hall in response to it, and I recline back on the couch while rubbing at my temples. He’s only doing it because I’ll have a reaction, he just doesn’t understand the kind of reaction I keep having to it.

My pussy is throbbing, begging to be relieved by what I know Evan’s packing, but I quickly tamp the horniness to the back of my mind.

I might be Evan’s personal bodyguard, but making sure he’s safe is about more than that. I’m starting to realize he means much more to me than the job, which could be bad for me in the long run.

He’s a friend, that’s it.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I say to myself.

There’s only so many ways I can keep hiding my true identity from him and the reason I’m trying so hard to do so. Liam’s chubby cheeks pop into my head, making me smile, but it’s the green eyes that always seem to get me.

I know that he deserves to know who his father is, and he has asked me multiple times after hearing his friends talk about how their fathers practice sports with them, but I can’t bring myself to let Evan get that close.

The more popular he gets, the higher his bank account rises, and I’m not prepared for it if he decides that he’s going to try taking Liam away from me. Another image, one I’ve tried more times than I can recount to push away, floats into my head.

This time, it’s one of Evan and Liam running around the backyard together as they try to play football. Liam’s clumsy, so I imagine he’d probably fall a couple of times, and I’d look at Evan like he holds the entire galaxy in his hands as he leans down to help our little boy up.

What if he’s an amazing father and wants to be involved?

There’s no doubt that my feelings, which become more confusing as the days pass, would increase to tremendous heights, and I’m not sure he would ever forgive me for keeping something like our son from him.

I have to get through this job and figure out who the suspect is as soon as possible, and I won’t have to worry about saying anything.

It can continue being my secret.

7

Evan

After a long day traveling, it’s good to be back on the stage and listening to the fans scream our names from every direction. I’m strumming on my bass, listening to it thump through the speakers surrounding me, while Brent sings into the mic and throws his beanie into the front row.

I smirk, watching as the crowd of girls claw at each other to get hold of it and I know what’s next without even having to look at him – he’s winking at the group. He turns around, nodding his head at me, and I make my own move into the center of the stage.

Screams come from each direction, neon green lights waving excitedly in the air, and I smirk into the camera as it approaches me. Brent’s vocals come to a stop, and all that you can hear echoing around is the sound of my solo.

Everyone in front of me watches in amazement, their eyes trying to follow my fingers, but I know it never works out for them – I’m just that good. When my solo is about to come to an end, I quickly take a Sharpie out of my pocket and scribble my autograph onto my guitar pick.

With a bright smile at my fans, I toss the plastic piece into the front row exactly like Brent did with his beanie, but instead of winking at them I blow a quick kiss. I pull the extra pick out of my pocket, which is always on me, and finish up my solo while getting back into my position.

Next up is Jace, who the women have been crazy over since he joined the band, and the man knows it. He takes his time getting into the middle of the stage, throwing a smile at the crowd, and then he gets into his guitar solo.

Brent’s jumping around the stage, bumping his head along to it, being the hype man he’s turned into since Ryker left, and I follow his lead. There’s sweat pouring down my back from the stage lights shining brightly on us, but I’ve never felt more alive than in this moment.

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