Page 5 of His Secret Addiction

She laughs, shaking her head as she brings her eyes up to meet mine. “I just checked his post about his girlfriend.”

I swallow hard, resisting the urge to grab Abby’s phone and take a look at the girl that Sebastian liked enough to claim in front of the entire world, but I don’t want to seem desperate. Even though I am.

No, I don’t care.Sure, I liked the man back when I was a child and even as a teenager going through a barrage of hormones I couldn’t make sense of, but I am twenty-one now. That childhood crush is well and truly over.

I don’t like him anymore. He’s a celebrity asshole, just like any other rockstar.

“I need to get back to work,” I tell my boss.

Abby leans on the desk, her lips twisting into what I’d describe as an evil smile. “You don’t want to talk about who he’s dating? Maybe that’s because you already know who it is.”

My heart starts racing once more at her words. Does this mean that Sebastian’s girl is a celebrity? Is she pretty? “I don’t care who he dates.”

“Are you sure?” She’s teasing me, and I can only assume my tattletale of a cousin told her about my crush on Sebastian.

“It’s about time he started dating,” I choke out through the lump in my throat. “He isn’t getting any younger and needs to settle down.”

“He’s only thirty.”

“Old for a rockstar,” I argue petulantly, shifting back to the computer once more. I start typing gibberish just to give my trembling hands something to do. There is a wave of emotions going through me, but jealousy burns strongest. “His girlfriend will have to deal with all the girls that want a piece of him. I would never date a celebrity. I can’t imagine sharing him with the whole world.”

Liar. I would do anything to be Sebastian Foster’s girlfriend.

“Well, now I know you’re lying. You don’t have to pretend, Lizzie. The secrets out to the world. Better brace yourself to deal with all those girls who wish they were you.”

Abby thrusts her phone back under my nose. I don’t want to see the lucky girl that is going to have parts of Sebastian I will never experience, but the curious part of me wants to see her. I blink in confusion when my eyes focus on a photo of myself. One that Abby took only a few days ago. We were cake tasting and took a few pictures at the bakery. This is one of them.

“It’s the wrong picture, Abby,” I say, pushing the phone away, but she brings it right back. “Why are you showing me aphoto of myself? I thought you were going to show me a picture of Sebastian’s girlfriend.”

“I am.”

I look again, but it’s still the same photo. Now I am convinced that she’s playing some cruel joke on me. “Abby, it’s a picture of me. You posted it and tagged James to tease him about missing the cake tasting.”

“Yeah, now it’s on Sebastian Foster’s profile!”

“Abby.”

“Look!”

I let out an exasperated sigh, looking back to the screen, but this time, my eyes drop to the caption under the photo, and my heart stops.

“W-what is this!” I cry out, snatching the phone from her grasp and staring at the photo of myself, but…I didn’t post it. Certainly not on Sebastian Foster’s page.

What is happening?

“How long were you going to keep this from me, huh?” Abby huffs, folding her arms over her chest, but I don’t glance her way. My eyes are fixed on the words under the picture.

My heart belongs to you. Always.

“I…I don’t understand. What is this?” I whisper, looking up to Abby with confusion.

“You tell me.”

This has got to be some kind of joke. I scroll the page and refresh it a couple of times, but my photo stays right there at the top. Am I dreaming? That has to be the only explanation. It’s only in my dreams that Sebastian Foster would claim me in frontof the entire world. This can’t be real. I haven’t even seen him in a decade.

“I don’t understand. Why would he do this?” I whisper, staring at the words, expecting them to fade away and for me to suddenly wake up from this dream, but they stay.

“Um, I guess you could ask him yourself.”

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