Page 9 of Rockstar Secret


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The limo idling at the curb releases the scent of buttery leather when Max opens the door.

Inside, the Rolls Royce resembles the inside of a jewelry box. Polished wood, soft lighting, and buttery leather seats.

“Water or champagne?” Max gestures toward the chilled mini-bar.

“Water, please.”

“And a treat for the little gentleman?” He produces a bone-shaped biscuit. Snorty accepts it with a happy little yip.

As we glide onto the Strip, I look at familiar icons right outside my window.

Maybe I'll never get to see Paris. But right in front of me is a fake Eiffel Tower. The Bellagio fountains spray water in intricate designs just like they do in the movies.

Caesar’s Palace looks exactly like a place I'd want to visit in ancient Rome.

And I also realize how many couples are here.

How many honeymoons.

How many weddings.

It's a city built for romance.

And here I am. With my dog.

“It doesn’t have to stay that way,” a tiny voice inside me whispers.

Even though I hate Rio Wilder, for one weekend, people will assume I’m the kind of woman a rockstar chooses.

A woman someone fights for.

A woman worth showing off in public.

Girls will look at me with envy.

And honestly?I could use a little envy right now.

Taking my lead, Snorty presses his nose against the window, a happy little puppy smile on his face.

What inspires his smile, I'm not sure. Could be that he's driven in a chauffeured Rolls Royce around Las Vegas.

Or maybe he's just thrilled a handsome uniformed chauffeur gave him a bone-shaped biscuit.

“Glad one of us is living the dream,” I say, stroking his fur.

We pull up to the sweeping driveway of the Las Palmas Hotel.The façade gleams in the rose-colored morning light. Gold trim, towering palms, and valet attendants dressed like casino royalty.

“Welcome to the Las Palmas Hotel,” the bellman says, opening my door with a movie-star smile.

He helps me out, then carries my luggage inside.

A woman with a sleek ponytail and a clipboard approaches.

“Ms. Smith?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Priscilla, your VIP Concierge. Prince Michael asked that you receive the full hospitality experience. Please follow me and I'll take you to your suite."