Page 4 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

I glance at my best friend, who’s doing her best not to look me in the eyes, then smile at my five-year-old. “So cool. I can’t wait for you to tell me what she gives you.”

Even though it’s only been less than twenty-four hours since I left him, I already miss his tiny arms wrapping around me after a tough day at work. I don’t get the luxury of heading home this time since the job I took requires twenty-four-seven surveillance – which is why I’m staying on the property as a way to be close to Evan.

“You ready to get a bath, dude?” Kenzie asks him. “It’s almost time for bed.”

Liam groans, then looks at me with his bottom lip poking out. “I miss you, mommy.”

My eyes sting with tears, and I nod. “I miss you more, bud, but I’ll be home soon enough. Hug your teddy extra tight for me. I love you.”

Before I can get too emotional and upset Liam, I quickly nod to Kenzie and hang the phone up. I toss the device next to me, throw my head back to look up at the ceiling and groan loudly.

Now that I’m alone with my thoughts, I have to think about how I’m going to keep Liam all to myself – after all, his father is the one I’m guarding, and he’s got no clue there’s a little boy with the same green eyes as him.

How the hell am I supposed to do this?

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Evan

The only way to get this bodyguard out of my way is to make sure she never wants to come back – which is why my plans tonight involve a lot of alcohol. Brent’s sitting on the couch, Julia perched next to him, and he chuckles softly when I walk into the room.

“You’re still going on about this?” I groan.

He smirks and his shoulders shake with uncontained laughter. “I can’t help it, you actually thought she was a stripper. If only Ryker was here to badger your ass about it.”

I glare at him but don’t say anything.

It’s not my fault that her clothes clung tightly to her frame, accentuating her curves in all the right ways. The way she looked at me when I first opened the door, it was as though she wanted to take a bite out of me – and I was more than willing to let her do it.

More of a reason to get rid of her – aside from not needing a damn guard in the first place. Carmen is overreacting, like usual.

“Are you sure this is a good thing to do, man?”

I shrug. “Guess we’ll see.”

“Can’t you simply ignore her?”

If only it were that simple, then I’d be all for it. The moment I opened the door, though, I was nearly blown away at the sight of her standing in front of me. There was a small moment, looking into her bright blue eyes, that I recognized something about her, but I didn’t let it get to me.

She’s a bodyguard, I’m sure I’ve seen her hanging around some of the other musicians I know of and that’s where I recognize her from.

Back to the problem – she’s stunning… and off-limits as my bodyguard.

When Carmen, our newest addition to the staff since we fired Mack, told me that she’d be assigning me a personal bodyguard, I had pictured someone much different—someone with tons of muscles, at least six feet tall, and a broody personality who wouldn’t get in my way.

Instead, Mia showed up on my front porch with dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail and jeans, hugging every inch of her curves. Even her shirt dipped low at the neck, giving me a nice idea of what she’s hiding beneath the fabric – perky breasts just waiting for me to trail my tongue over them.

What noises would she make if I did just that? I’d imagine her hand would come to my head, back arching into my mouth, begging me for more, and I know that I’d gladly give it to her if only to make sure the moans last longer.

I clear my throat, sending the vivid image of her away, and run a hand through my hair. “I’m not letting someone follow me around.”

“You will if it’s what’s best for you,” Carmen says from across the room, her arms crossed in front of her with a frown. “Look, I know that we’ve got a lot to work on with me being new and all, but I want you guys to know that I’m looking out for you guys.”

“Do you really think I need a bodyguard, though?”

Raising Havoc has been getting more popular as the months go by, which means we get a lot of fan mail that includes women acting like they’ve never seen an attractive man before. There’s been plenty of times when a few of the fans were camped out in front of our house, practically salivating when we finally managed to step out of the wrought iron gates.

Even then, we never had to have bodyguards on our tails day and night.

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