… and me.
I’ve never heard screaming like this in my life, and I’m scared, really scared. Actually, I’m terrified for my life.
This is utter madness, chaos, mayhem.
We rush toward the entrance of the building, and a security guy opens the door while the others hold back theevil minionfans, wanting to get a piece of us. It’s not until we are inside and the doors are shut, locking them out, that I finally feel relieved.
That was horrifying!
How did they know I was here?
And why would they think I am Colt’s new girlfriend?
This makes no sense.
The only thing I can think of was when I was getting into the Hummer, and those photographers were snapping pictures.
But how the hell would they know who I am to Colt?
“Jesus, Dee, what were you thinking?” Colt holds me at arm’s length and checks my body, maybe a little more overzealous than I like.
“I… ah—”
“For fuck’s sake, you’re bleeding.” He pulls off his shirt, causing me to drop my jaw at the sight of his deeply chiseled stomach. My eyes drift down to where his hips form that perfect V shape. He kneels in front of me and places his shirt on my knee.
“I… um—”
“Thank God, I found you in time. The fans… they’re awesome, but they’re also fucking lunatics. You can’t just walk around anymore, Dee. Haven’t you seen the internet? You’re headline news. It’s not safe for you out there alone, especially at a concert where thousands of these brats are congregating. You have to think smarter than this. Promise me you won’t go out on your own again?”
“What?”
“Promise me, Dee.”
“I promise,” I reply more out of shock than making a true promise. I’m not taking anything in because he used two words that frighten the living heck out of me—Headline News.What on earth doesheadline newseven mean? How is that possible?
That little piece of information has me scared, stunned, dazed—so much so that I’m riveted to the spot. I know Daddy reads the news online daily, and if I’min the headlines, then…
He knows I’m associating with rock stars.
He knows about Joseph and me breaking up.
He knows I am off the rails.
No matter how I look at this, my life is ruined.
I pull my cell phone from my pocket, which has been on silent mode since last night, so I don’t feel or hear anything.
I look down at the screen and see there are…
Wait!
What?
Thirty messages and fifteen missed voice calls.
Okay, so they know!
The screen displays a few of them.
