Was hoping you'd come home. I don't care if it's a lie. - This is the sequel to Hit Me Hard.

Effy works nights at a shitty bar in a shitty part of LA, lives in an even shittier apartment with a leaky ceiling and a stray cat that refuses to leave. She's all rough edges and way too used to life handing her the short end of the stick. Nothing ever comes easy, and if it does, it probably wants something in return. Then this girl walks in. Easy laugh. Soft eyes. Looks like sin in a bandana and moves like the world's hers for the taking.

Isabel, a grounded financial analyst rebuilding her life in New York, crosses paths with Billie, a globally known artist led by instinct and guarded vulnerability. What begins as chance encounters in late-night parties slowly grows into a magnetic pull. They're from different worlds -one built on logic, the other on feeling- but somehow, they fit exactly where it doesn't make sense to.

She didn't come to the gym to flirt. She came to disappear. Burned out by fame, haunted by fear, and suffocating under the weight of being watched, Billie Eilish hasn't felt safe in a long time - until she steps into The Hidden Room, an off-the-grid gym built for people who want privacy more than attention. The owner is quiet. Intimidating. Covered in tattoos. Strong enough to lift steel and gentle enough to know when to give space. They weren't supposed to notice each other. They weren't supposed to linger. What starts as stolen glances and late-night workouts turns into something slower. Deeper, and far more dangerous than either of them expected. Because falling for someone famous means risking becoming a secret - and Maddy has already been left behind once.