Page 38 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

A thought comes to my mind, and I want to tell her, but there’s no way that’s who it could be — instead, I keep my mouth shut and shake my head. It’s the only thing I can do right now until I have more concrete evidence.

I hate keeping this from Mia, but I can't voice my suspicion. Not yet. If I'm right, and it is Mack... God, the implications would be massive. It would mean our former manager, the man who knows every detail of our lives, our schedules, our weaknesses, is behind this.

But if I'm wrong, and I tell Mia, we could waste valuable time chasing the wrong lead. Or worse, tip off the real stalker that we're onto them. No, I need to be sure before I say anything.

Plus, there's a part of me that doesn't want to believe Mack could do this. Despite everything, he was once like family. To think he'd stoop this low... I need proof before I can accept that.

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Mia

I lift my hand and rub at my temples, the throbbing in my head only subsiding slightly at the action, and I lean back in my chair with a heavy sigh. I’ve still got my dress on from last night, but now my hair is pulled into a haphazard ponytail with papers strewn all over the table sitting in front of me.

My eyes are heavy with sleep, slowly drooping closed, only to snap back open when my mind reminds me why I’m still awake — you still haven’t found out who the stalker is.

When I look around the room, something I haven’t done for hours, I realize Evan’s frame is no longer in the king-sized bed. I frown, darting my attention to the bathroom. The lights are out, so he can’t be in there.

I look toward the window, the curtains closed so that I don't get distracted, and note the sliver of sunlight slipping through a crack. Apparently I wasn’t kidding when I told Evan I’d be up all night.

Just as I take a deep breath and straight my spine, more than ready to get back to work, the hotel door swings open and Evan walks in with a tired smile. “Morning, darlin’, thought you could use a good breakfast this morning.”

He doesn’t let me shake my head and instead pushes the papers out of the way, replacing them with the tray full of breakfast. There’s a coffee cup, some creamer and sugar, with a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, and waffles sitting next to it. I don’t miss the carton of milk as well, probably in case I didn’t want the coffee, but I’m reaching for the hot beverage before anything else.

Coffee is a necessity right now.

As soon as the bitterness hits my tongue, I drain what’s left of it without a care in the world that it’s likely burning my tastebuds off. I place the empty cup at the corner, then reach for the plastic cutlery Evan grabbed for me. Breakfast would be a good idea, especially with making sure my head is clear while I keep working on this stalker situation.

Liam.

The stalker knows about Liam and I’ve tried desperately not to contact Kenzie, begging her to let me talk to my son, but I’m getting that itch once again and I don’t think I could ignore it this time. I’m about to grab my phone, but Evan’s hand comes down on mine and he gives me a small smile.

“I’ve already talked to Kenzie, Mia, she says everything is okay and nothing weird has happened. I also asked Carmen to send security to your house, told her that the stalker left another message that included you and you just want your house looked after.”

My racing heart calms, and I stare into Evan’s eyes. He’s making sure Liam is safe.

Without thinking, I lean forward and brush my lips softly against his. There’s stubble on his chin, a clear indication that he hasn’t shaved in a short while, and I run my fingers over his jawline to feel the rest. At first, he lets me take it slow, but after a moment, he deepens it and wraps his large hand around the back of my head.

This is what I need.

My coffee did the trick, but this will do much more.

I let him pull me from the chair, tilting my head back as he moves his kisses down the length of my throat, and his hand travels to the zipper of my dress. Evan unzips it, then pulls the straps down my arm and shoves the fabric down my legs until it’s a puddle at my feet. His eyes heat at the sight of my bare frame, aside from the lace panties, and I shiver under the stare.

I’ve never had someone look at me quite like he does. Yes, he once looked at me with heat in his eyes, but it was not nearly as smoldering as this stare. I take a step toward him, desperate for more, but he shakes his head and smiles.

“As much as I would love to hear you cry out, Carmen will be here soon and you still haven’t eaten your breakfast.” He reaches out, brushing loose strands of my hair back, and smirks. “I figured the dress was uncomfortable.”

Such a gentleman.

This is becoming harder and harder to ignore.

Do I even want to ignore it anymore?

He walks over to the other side of the room, grabbing the hoodie that he insisted he wanted to bring in case it got chilly last night, and brings it over to me. “Put this on. I’m sure it will be much more comfortable.”

With shaky hands, I do as he asks and slip the hoodie over my head. When I’ve got it situated, and it stops just past my ass, I steal a quick glance at Evan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in awe, then clears his throat and sits at the edge of the bed. “Eat, then we’ll get cleaned up and head downstairs. The guys will be waiting for us soon.”

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