I hate my team. I hate that they’re making me anger my family, potentially upset my fans, while forcing me to do something I’m uncomfortable with.
I always imagined my future boyfriend to be sweet, basically a charming prince … but as my fake boyfriend walks through the door and leans against the frame, he’s anything but that. He’s the morally gray rock star who I know would destroy those dreams.
And as he stands, just looking at me with those damn glasses on his face, I know, in another life, I would let him destroy those fantasies.
“Where do you want me, ma’am?” His husky voice brings me down to earth.
Tearing my eyes from his own darkened ones, I pat the counter as my response. Walking over, he leans against the counter while facing me. Letting out a tense breath, I scream at myself to focus and breathe.
You’re a bad bitch, Amelia.
Yet whenever he’s near, I feel anything but that. I sense he can peel away my layers and read every thought and emotion I’m feeling. And Ihatethat.
“You look as pale as a ghost. Don’t worry; I don’t bite, Drakos.”
Looking up from his chest, which is covered in tattoos, I meet his eyes. I’m scared. I’m terrified of putting myself out there on the internet as his girlfriend. Not only because he’s off-limits and I’m going to look like I’m betraying my brothers, but I also know this will bring so much attention to me, making the haters ten times louder in my head.
I’m not strong enough for this. I like to blend in, not stand out.
A distant look of understanding makes his moody eyes seem lighter until the look vanishes and I’m left with Mr. Morally Gray.
“Mind closing the door so my little sister doesn’t see this? She should be occupied for hours while she’s watching her tablet, but you never know.”
Nodding, I push the door closed, shutting us away from the rest of the world. Levi’s tall, lean frame is now ten times more intimidating. He towers above me and makes me feel like he’s taking up all the space in this bathroom.
I look up through my lashes before settling back on his muscular chest. Let me tell you, this guy probably has the best-looking abs and biceps I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen plenty of models in person.
I step closer to him, and my nose almost hits his warm, bare chest. Mustering up all the courage and bravery left in me, I place my lips on his hot collarbone and leave a kiss mark before coming back up and leaving a kiss on his neck. All while the grumpy man above me tenses at my touch. His breathing deepens, causing an unwanted spark of need to shoot between my legs.
He smells even better than I let myself imagine.
No, no, no.
I continue to place kisses all over his pulsing neck and collarbone, then descend onto my knees before him and start kissing his abs. From all the way down here, I feel so small compared to him, like he could crush me if he wanted to.
As my lips travel over the droolworthy dips on his stomach, I didn’t think he could get any more rigid. But the man standing before me resembles more of a statue than a human. A feeling I haven’t felt in a while sparks within me. I feel some pride, knowing I affect him, and I decide I want to play with him a little. Just like how he does to me. My lips trail down closer to his defined V, and his gray sweatpants leave nothing to my imagination.
As I place my lips on his skin, his body slightly jerks, reacting to my lingering touch. Suddenly, he’s pulling my chin up with a finger, and I meet his sinful gaze and nearly melt on the floor.
“Playing with fire, are you, darling?” He pushes my chin up even more to where it cannot go any further. His dark voice whispers, “I don’t think you want to do that.”
What in the world is going on?
His thumb brushes against my mouth, and before I can think, I open my mouth and bite it slightly. All the while looking up at him through my lashes. At the moment, I’m at his mercy. On my knees, his finger in my mouth.
Oh God, what am I doing? This wasn’t part of the plan, and it never will be.
My teeth unclamp from his thumb as I look away, not wanting to see his reaction to my sudden boldness. I’m so stupid. That wasn’t a good idea at all. Rising from my knees, I place my hands on his broad shoulders and feel his muscles bunch as I lean in close and kiss his smooth, chiseled cheek.
Mouth agape, he steps away from me, opens the bathroom door, and leaves me alone with only my quickened heartbeat.
Okay then …
Hand to my chest, I try to regain my composure.
He’s your rival, Amelia. Calm down.
I take a minute to compose myself before joining him in his bedroom. As soon as he spots me, his muscular body lies back on his bed, creating a fantasy in my head that isn’t welcome. Not wanting to waste any more time, I walk toward him, but what I don’t expect is for him to grab my thigh. His fingers grip me firmly, sending a shot of electricity throughout my entire leg before I’m pulled to straddle his lap.
