When superstar Kade Hendrix steals Ivy's song, she falls into his world of public scrutiny-and his arms-just as the rest of her world falls down around her.
Ivy is sure superstar Kade Hendrix won't notice his number one fan in the crowd of his intim...
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"You look like a sad librarian fell in love with a nun."
"I can't tell how much of that is actually an insult. Librarians are actually pretty sexy when you do it right, you know?"
"Not sad ones."
Well, she had a point there.
"I think you will both look perfect in whatever you want to wear. I just wish I could come, too," Isaac dejectedly from the side of Con's room where we were currently getting ready.
"I'm sorry I could only get us two tickets, my love. I promise I will be observant and not let anyone kidnap us, but I'm pretty sure considering this entire place will be packed with Kader's, we're going to be just fine. They only person they'll want to kidnap will be on stage."
"Kader's? I thought they weren't going to go with that name?"
"Yeah well, apparently no one else could think of any other name that worked with his name to describe his fanbase. I'm fine with it. I'm a proud Kader!"
I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything further on the subject.
"Come on, I've been ready for two hours now. I don't want to get stuck in traffic."
"Okay, let me just—"
I yanked her away from the lit mirror in front of her vanity as she applied yet another layer of lip stain and she growled in annoyance but let me tow her out of there anyway.
Her tiny skirt and crop top set meant she was likely going to be freezing in the night air, but she had firmly decided against having to carry around a coat so I left her to it.
I glanced down at the outfit I'd chosen and wondered if she was right—did I actually look like a sad librarian?
I didn't have a moment's notice to agonize over the jeans and tank with a long cardigan placed over (I was going comfort over style, dammit) it when I crashed into a hard body just outside our dorm room.
A very recognizable hard body—one I'd used to run my hands over during our make-out sessions. A body that I'd memorized each and every dip and curve in the late hours of the night until I finally gave into temptation and a body that had thoroughly destroyed me and any sense of self-worth that I'd had to slowly build up over the past year to get through it.
Caleb Brentwood leered down at me as he stepped back to peruse my body—the one he'd taken for himself and claimed as his even as I attempted to forget the touch of his hands on my skin that had been seared into it—and laughed.
"Going out on the town, little Bennett?"
Isaac hadn't followed us out of the dorm room for some reason, so it was only me with Con at my side as Caleb pressed his chest close to mine while the rest of his no-name friends lurked behind him.
