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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Ivy's father's home could be best described as a mansion.
The marble flooring was gleaming and pristine underneath the scuff of my shoes and I hoped he wasn't expecting to send invoices for the cleaning bill.
I had a feeling the marble probably cost more than I'd made in my entire first year of selling out stadium tours, especially since most of that money hadn't gone to me, anyway.
"Ah, you must be Kade. I'm Catalina, Ivy's bonus mom, but you can call me Cat. We've set you a place over here with your guest. I trust you...slept well?"
Ivy's stepmother had taken her time before coming down the grand staircase that led to the foyer and fed into what I assumed was the formal dining room where all the food was spread out like a veritable feast, Hollin leisurely leaning back in his chair in the middle with a newspaper across his lap and a donut in his free hand.
He raised a lone eyebrow as I entered, but didn't say a word. I was glad—I didn't need his speculation at the moment. I had already asked myself multiple times what I was doing, but that didn't mean that I was about to stop.
Besides, Ivy's family seemed nice...enough. Nice enough.
Ivy had seemed out of sorts when I left her in her room to get ready, so I had just assumed it was her stepmother getting onto her for bringing a guy over in the middle of the night and not letting her know, but something inside me told me it was something more than that, something that ran deeper.
"Nice to meet you, Cat. Thank you so much for your hospitality, it's definitely appreciated."
Her beautifully painted face tipped up into what seemed like a carefully polished smile and while everything about her screamed fake down to the long tips on her manicured fingers, I searched for any kind of warmth in her, and hoped that I found some.
A knock sounded at the door as confusion then recollection flashed across her features.
"Oh—you chose a perfect day to come, Mr. Hendrix. My husband loves his golf, and you'd be a perfect addition to the game! What do you say?"
Just then, the man I assumed to be Ivy's dad answered the door without looking at who was currently in his dining room and then suddenly a large burly man dressed in a white polo one size too small came barging through the door, and a young man dressed similarly with khaki's and expensive shoes with close cropped blonde hair came sauntering in after him as if he owned the house himself.
"Caleb, Glenn, you made it just in time for breakfast. I hear we have some...exciting guests of Ivy's joining us."
The pair which I guessed to be father and son ambled through the doorway and their eyes zeroed in on me and my bodyguard who hadn't looked up from his newspaper but once to assess them and then went right back to chewing his glazed donut.
