Chapter 2
"So, how was it?" I asked, trying to spark a conversation.
"How was what?" he replied, leaning in with genuine interest.
"Being Harry Simpson. I bet you're loving your life. You have everything you want, and you can get anything easily," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.
He gave a small shrug. "Well... yeah, I'm loving my life. But honestly, I'm not really that happy with it."
I furrowed my brows, my eyes searching his. "But why? I mean, if I were you, I'd be thrilled—famous, well-known, living the dream."
"It's not as easy as it looks," he muttered softly. "Sure, I'm famous, but I don't have any privacy anymore. Paparazzi, media, fans—they're everywhere, always intruding on my personal life. I can't even step outside without being mobbed. Sometimes, it feels like there's nothing left of me that's just mine." His voice carried a quiet sadness.
My heart sank. "Oh. I'm sorry... I didn't realize."
"It's okay," he said, forcing a small smile. "I'm getting used to it."
Oh God! Stop smiling!
Trying to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks, I shifted slightly in my seat.
"So, how about you, Sammy?" he asked, leaning forward. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm actually a Music Advisor at a recording company here in London," I replied, then quickly added, "But my life isn't that interesting. I mean... I don't really want to talk about it."
"Well, I find you interesting," he said without hesitation.
"Uhm... really?" I asked, caught off guard.
"Yeah, really. You have this strong aura about you. It makes me curious."
"Oh." It was all I managed to say.
"Anyway," he went on, sipping his coffee, "you said you're working at a recording company. Which one? There are a lot here."
"It's called Shine Records. You might've heard of it."
His eyes lit up. "Really? You work there? That's incredible! I can't believe it!" His tone was full of amusement, almost disbelief.
Something about the way he said it made me bristle a little. I wasn't sure if he was impressed... or if he didn't think I belonged there.
Do I look like I don't deserve to work at that company? Am I not worth it?
Glaring in his direction, I snapped, "Why? Is there something wrong with me working in that company?"
Instead of answering, he just grinned at my reaction and went right back to eating his food.
What the hell is he grinning about?!
"What?!" I demanded, both annoyed and confused by that smug look on his face.
He finally set down his fork, leaned back, and with a wink said, "Well, I guess that just means I'll be seeing you more often."
I froze, stunned, heat rushing to my cheeks.
Holy shit.
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Romance"Sorry, but I don't really believe in love," I said flatly. "I've never been in love, and it's not going to change. Guys only want pleasure... hot, steamy sex... and then they leave." "I have to disagree there, Sweet Cheeks," he said, leaning closer...
