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“Okay, so why do we need to talk, then?” I ask, not really caring because anything that she has to say can’t possibly be as bad as her breaking up with me.

“Come here,” she says and walks over to me before she takes my hand and leads me to the sofa in the room.

We sit next to one another, and she leans into me as I wrap my arms around her. Her body is stiff, though, and she still seems on edge.

“The stalker sent an email with a picture of us from the last venue.”

“They didwhat?!” I gasp as I try to process what she just said.

Tati sighs and sits up out of my embrace before she pulls her phone from her pocket and hands it to me. I take it off her and look down to see an email that Cooper has sent Tati.

FW: Hayden Vega email

Miss Swanson,

Attached is the latest email. Please tell me why you’re letting groupies into Hayden’s dressing room and how this picture was even taken.

Cooper Powell

I open the email, and nausea overwhelms me as I read it. Once again, I hate seeing something from the stalker. It feels like a connection with them whenever I read their words, and I don’t like having that connection. This email, in particular, makes it clear that they know I’m in a relationship with Tati. Something we’ve hidden from literally everyone in our lives.

My love,

Why would you do this? How could you betray me withher? This hurts. I suspected for some time that something was going on with you, but to see it like this is painful.

I know that you love me and this will pass. When we’re together, she’ll be nothing but a memory. No more boyfriends. No more groupies. Nobody but me.

Here I am, preparing for our life together, and you’re doing this. I hope that you feel ashamed of yourself, but I will forgive you the moment you swear your love to me.

XOXO

I open the attached picture, and it’s very obvious how they know I’m in a relationship with her. It’s a picture of the two of us from the last venue. I’m sitting on a sofa with my pants around my ankles, my cock exposed, as I stare down at Tati in obvious orgasmic bliss as she blows me.

However, instead of Tati’s blonde braided hair that she always wears, the stalker has Photoshopped a different head onto her body. She has long, brown hair that’s very differentfrom Tati’s, and it’s awful to look at what appears to be someone else blowing me. I fucking hate it.

“This is creepy as fuck,” I whisper.

“Yeah, it is. They did us a favor by Photoshopping it, or we’d probably have a lot more questions to answer.”

She’s right. If it wasn’t for the disgusting Photoshop job changing it into looking like someone else entirely, it would’ve beenveryobvious that Tati was the one blowing me in this picture.

“Shit. They really did.” I give a humorless laugh. “If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, I guess. Thanks, stalker. Fuck. What do we do about it?”

Tati cringes. “It’s my fault for not sweeping the room well enough to catch the camera. Cooper is under the impression that this picture is of a groupie that I let into your dressing room. I didn’t disabuse him of that notion, and I’ll probably let Jesse think that as well. He and I will both have to do better sweeps of the rooms and make sure we don’t miss anything in the future. Needless to say, you and I shouldn’t be having sex anywhere other than the bus ormaybea hotel room. Definitely not backstage.”

More rules.

I can’t blame her, though. It makes sense, and we need them if we’re going to keep our relationship a secret. I nod my agreement and flop against the back of the sofa as I blow out a massive breath of air. I really hate having a stalker.

“Fuck my life.”

21

The Visit

We’rein my dressing room, just chilling out before tonight’s concert, when there’s a knock at the door. Tati’s body immediately tenses before she looks over at me and frowns when I shrug my shoulders because I have no idea who it could be.

She strides over to the door and opens it to reveal Jesse standing there as she says, “You’re early to—”

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