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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"What the fuck do you want from me anyway?"
"Ouch. You know, you're always so mad at me, but I've never understood why."
"You must be delusional. No, really—I think you need to have your head checked out because there's no way someone this fucked up has survived this long in society. Well, actually—nope, you are a man, so—"
"Come on Ives. Babe. You miss me. I can tell."
"What gives you that impression? The constant need to be anywhere you aren't? Or how about every insult I've come up with for you? What is it about you that makes you think I don't actually mean what I'm saying?"
The bartender had chosen this moment to escape to the back. Of course, because it didn't look like I could've used some help over here?
Typical.
Caleb's eyes were bloodshot—almost like he'd stayed up all night or had been partaking in a particularly foul smelling herb.
"What? I just thought that was our foreplay."
Ew. The mocking glint in his eyes told me that, no, he knew exactly how I felt about him and this was his way of exerting his dominance and control over the situation at hand.
"You're disgusting, and I'm leaving now."
"Off so soon? You know, I should come with you. A girl all alone in the big city? Recipe for trouble."
"I'm a big girl, Caleb. I can handle myself."
He leaned in close and his expensive cologne nearly choked me with its potency.
His normally perfectly coiffed hair was mussed, as if he'd just woken up from his sleep just to follow me all the way out here. His clothes were rumpled and he was not his usual put together self.
Even his breath held a slight tinge of stale beer barely masked by the shit job he must've done of brushing his teeth after waking up.
I somehow fought the urge to gag as his arm grasped onto mine and reeled me in close to him, his hot breath fanning across the skin of my cheek as the alcohol I'd consumed earlier roiled in my gut threatening to explode out of me if he didn't move away.
"Come on, let me go with you."
"No, thanks. I'd rather eat nails."
"I think you should let me go with you—otherwise, Isaac might get a little message anonymously. His little girlfriend, too. What's her name, Constance? Yeah. Oh, you guys are best friends, too, right? Damn. Wouldn't it suck to lose both your best friends in one day, just because you didn't want to go somewhere with me?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Do you think I was just hiding in the back of the bar like some random psycho?"
