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“Sounds good,” I said, “who’s the photographer?”

A mysterious smile spread across his face. “Just a close friend.”

I nodded, and we were silent the rest of the way home. When he pulled up in front of my house, I knew the moment had come for me to finally decide if I was going to sleep with him or not.

He switched off the car and turned to me, his eyes peering into mine.

“Thanks for a lovely evening,” I said, as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, leaning into him and kissing him back. His tongue darted into my mouth, teasing mine lightly. My pulse raced. The thought that I was kissing a famous celebrity never entered my mind.

To me, he’d just become simply ‘West.’

“Do you want to come —.”

West’s phone began dinging in his pocket. He shook his head, turned the volume down and turned to me. “Sorry.”

The vibrations didn’t stop. After a moment, he shook his head and finally looked at it.

“Fuck, my entire team is blowing up my phone. I’m sorry, Rosie. I gotta handle this. I’m such a dumbass for giving my security team the night off. I thought I could handle one night on my own. I should have known better. I just wanted to be alone with you, feel normal for once, you know? I should have ignored that asshole pap.” He looked at me with sincere regret in his blue eyes. “Can we pick this up tomorrow?”

I reached out a hand and cupped his cheek, kissing him lightly. “I can’t wait,” I said, sincerely.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling me close and hugging me for a moment. It was surprisingly intimate, and when he pulled away, he gazed at me lovingly.

“See you tomorrow,” I whispered, slipping out of the car.

My heart thumping wildly in my chest.

What the fuck was happening?

ChapterFifteen

KAYLEE

“Ican’t believe you were on fucking TMZ!” Violet cried as we pulled up to the warehouse in Silverlake.

The video of West punching out the photographer last night was splattered all over the internet. And there I was, standing behind him like a damsel in distress, and letting him defend me.

I was mortified.

“It’s horrible,” I said, shaking my head.

“Oh, yeah, you’re forever going to be known as the woman West Foster risked his reputation and freedom for. He’s lucky the pap isn’t pressing charges.”

“I would have gotten them dropped.”

“That would have been a fun thing to explain,” she laughed. “What are you doing, Kaylee? You two sure are spending a lot of time together.”

“I don’t know, to be honest.”

“Eventually, he’s going to find out the truth. Whether you tell him or someone else does. Especially with your face plastered all over the gossip sites.”

I groaned. She was right and it was painful to think about. If things kept going this way, it was only a matter of time. I needed to put some distance between us, keep things more professional.

The problem was that I liked West. Way too much. He was charming and handsome, of course. But he’d shown me a side of him that I wasn’t sure everyone else saw. Maybe I was delusional. I was still shocked a man like that wanted to have anything to do with me.

Violet and I headed into the gallery, which wasactuallya large empty warehouse with grey concrete floors, and stark white walls lined with black and white photography. The place was packed with well-dressed people milling around with glasses of wine in their hands. A bar was set up in the corner, and loud rock music streamed through invisible speakers.

I searched the room for West, and spotted him in a corner, surrounded by people who seemed enthralled with whatever he was saying. I watched him tell a story I couldn’t hear, his face animated, his eyes sparkling, his smile lighting up the room. The faces turned to him in complete worship.

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