Page 4 of Big & Burly Rockstar

“To my company.”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m sure I can get through a few public appearances here or there.”

I let out a condescending chuckle I know grates on her. “Oh, don’t be silly, princess. You’ll be living here. With me. We’ve got to make this believable, you see.”

The dismay on her face is the most satisfying thing I’ve seen all month. And I’m not even bothered that she’ll live here anymore. Because this little game between us? It’s the most fun I’ve had in weeks.

Elli

I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from slapping that smug look off his disgustingly handsome face. When Carrie told me whose fake girlfriend I was supposed to be, I didn’t really believe her. Not even when I signed the NDA. Not when she showed me the contract and told me to look it all over before coming here to sign it. But now that I’m sitting across from him, it fully sinks in. I’m going to be Devon fucking Wakefield’s girlfriend. The Devon Wakefield. Rock god, womanizer and raging asshole of the highest caliber.

I can certainly see why they decided he needed a nice goody-two-shoes girlfriend to help repair his image. I’ve never paid much attention to him and his band, The Bayonets, but even I heard of the time he punched a paparazzo. And I’m almost positive there’s a picture floating around on the internet of him snorting MDMA off of a stripper’s naked body.

“Elli?” Carrie’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry?” Out of the corner of my eye I see Devon smirk. Asshole.

“I asked you if you read the contract? It does say that you’ll be living here.” I wonder if I’m imagining the reprimanding tone of her voice. I wish I could tell her that the reason I missed that part is that I read that damn contract after a sleepless night. And that the damn reason for that sleepless night is my stalker coming to my damn door and scaring the shit out of me.

I school my features into a neutral expression. “Sorry, must’ve missed it.”

She shakes her head with an exasperated sigh. “Really, Elli, I wouldn’t have thought you’d be so careless. Maybe your mom was right about you.”

It’s a low blow, and she knows it. Cow. I open my mouth to respond, but Devon cuts across me. “We can’t all speak fucking legalese, Karen,” he snaps at her, heavy brows drawn together. “So how about we go over the whole damn thing together so we both know for sure what we’re signing?” He looks at me expectantly.

“Yeah. I think that’s a good idea,” I say, wondering why he jumped to my defense. Maybe he’s not a complete asshole, after all.

“Thank you,” I murmur as we make our way from the living room into the dining room.

“You’re welcome, princess.” His green-blue eyes sparkle mischievously.

And suddenly, the pet name doesn’t make me want to punch him in the face.

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