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 are such a dumbass."
I was more than inclined to agree with Corbin.
He was the more talented and intelligent of the two of us, after all.
"I see nothing wrong with your previous statement."
"No, seriously. Like, the biggest dumbass I've ever met. And don't forget asshole, either. You take the fucking cake for the asshole title. Congratulations, you're the world's biggest asshole. Now that you've won, are you gonna take yourself to Disney World? Come on, man. Really?"
The drumming of rain against the roof of Corbin's brownstone almost drowned out the ping of my phone alerting me to a text that I glanced down to check.
"Oh, great. And now you're ignoring me to get on your phone, too."
"Shut up, it might be something about Bree."
Corbin didn't respond as he shuffled off the couch we'd been lounging on in his studio and moved to the mixing board to play around with a new track someone had sent him.
"Oh..."
"What is it?"
"It was Ivy. She told me that she was going to come by earlier than four. She said she's already on her way..."
"Ivy Bennett, as in the same Ivy Bennett whose song you stole as yours and now is going to be co-writing your entire album with you? This should be interesting. You know, I've been wanting to meet this girl who has so much talent that made you completely forget all reason and your entire fucking mind to steal her demo in the first place."
"Well, I wouldn't have had to steal it if you'd kept the USB in the envelope it came in that had all her information on it!"
"Hey, it's not my fault they didn't attach their contact info on the USB. That's like, standard practice for demos now, it's all done online. That or emails with audio files attached, which automatically give you a way to contact them back. You just hit that little reply button and bam! Immediate response guaranteed!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just need to figure out a good melody and chords for this song we were talking about last night and start recording my vocals for the first song."
"The song you stole."
"Yes, Corbin. The song I stole. Can we please start calling it something different, please? It has a name you know?"
"Yeah, but 'the song you stole' has a great ring to it, don't you think?"
"Now who's the asshole?" I asked under my breath.
"I heard that. And it's still you. Definitely you."
The door buzzed and I almost jumped completely out of my skin at the sound. That sound meant trouble was here.
