I’m still in a daze of confusion when I pull down my shorts. My lacy black underwear is now exposed to Leonidas’s hungry gaze. Walking over to his bed, he sits, tapping away on his phone. I look over his shoulder and find him on his Instagram page.
“I’m just changing the password,” he mumbles.
I gaze with eager eyes as he successfully changes it.
“Now, they won’t be able to access my account and stop what I’m about to do.”
“And what’s that?” I get excited.
He looks up at me and eyes the black lace. Biting his lip, he swears under his breath. His fingers find the globes of my butt. “The record label doesn’t want us to post anything about being in a relationship. Apparently, it brings down girls’ fantasies and makes them go shit mad.”
He snorts, and I chuckle.
“I want the entire world to know only one girl has my heart.”
My blood turns cold as my mind races with what-ifs. I love Leonidas, but I’m not ready for the attention I’ll get. I’ve heard way too many horror stories about celebrities’ partners getting hate thrown toward them. I don’t want that right now, not when I just found out he’s a singer.
Seeing the look on my face, he reassures me the picture won’t show our faces. It will be our lower halves.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
He lies on the bed. “Hop on.” Leonidas winks at me.
Smirking as I straddle his lap, I notice he’s fully clothed, which isn’t fair since I’m in just my underwear. My fingers make quick work of stripping off his shirt.
“That’s better.” I nod, and he smiles.
“Go lower. Place your bum right on my dick and lean into my body.”
I turn a shade of pink as I almost choke on my saliva.
Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?
Placing my butt right where he demanded, I suck in a breath when I feel him hard against my core. Leonidas closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath.
He grips his phone tightly with his jaw clenched, and I watch as he snaps a photo of me sitting on his … yeah.
That’s going to be sexy. After he’s snapped a few, he looks through them and shows me.
My stomach and thighs look perfect around his body. His abs look strained and so sexy. His lower half is hidden behind me.
This photo will make news.
We’ll shock the world … together.
I lie down next to him as he hovers his finger over the Post button.
“I don’t need to write anything as a caption because this picture speaks for itself.” His eyes bore into mine. “You’re the only girl for me. It’s time to stop hiding.” He pauses. Right before he clicks the Post button, my heart skips a beat when he says, “You’re my rock star.”
FORTY-ONE
LEO
I’ve created a lot of shit. My phone has been blowing up with messages from the record label, Dad, and fans.
My rock star and I have broken the internet, just like we meant to do. Tabloids, gossip magazines, news channels, and fan pages are freaking out over my secret girlfriend.
They call her The Girl in Black.
