Managing the Rockstar
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"Well that's the problem, love. It's not always what we expect is it?" He asked me lighting up his cigarette.
"You really shouldn't smoke ya know." I said rolling my eyes, taking the stick from his mouth and tossing it on the ground.
"Oi! What the hell? It's not your job to babysit me." He says bending down to pick up the discarded cigarette.
"No it's not but it is to protect you. Even if it's from yourself. Now throw that out and go inside, you have a show tomorrow you need to sleep."
He gives a genuine smile and tosses the cigarette in the trash next to the door. "You're a bloody pain in my arse...but thank you."
Penelope Blake had just been dumped, fired and kicked out of her apartment she shared with her ex. With seemingly nothing left, she picks up her life and moves to LA to start a new life.
Harry Winters is a famous rockstar who can't keep his willy in his pants or out of his assistants. His new tour is starting and he needs someone fast. Someone smart and who won't quit because their feelings get hurt.
It's every fans dream to work with a rockstar...isn't it?
*Not fully edited, please excuse mistakes. Working to edit*
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