Love Me Till You Can

PROLOGUE

He's different when he's around his billions of fans. He makes sure he smiles, waves and never forgets to say thoughtful things to all of them.

He's different when he's performing on stage. He makes sure that the fans are having fun and makes sure that they're all okay from where they're standing.

He's different when he's having an interview or being around the paps. He makes sure he keeps his cool and keeps his life as private as he can.

He's different when he's in public, he makes sure he keeps his composure and he's careful with his actions. He knows people is attentive of his every move.

He's different when he's spending time with his family, he's sweet and loving when he's around them. They're on top of his priority list.

He's different when he's with his band mates or friends. He makes sure they have fun and stays away from the media doing the?fun?things they do in secrecy.

He's different when the cameras and lights are out. He's different when there are no more people watching his every move. He knows that people are aware of his sleek ways around women.

But there are a lot of things to know about him that not all people may have ever witnessed and maybe he doesn't want them to know too.

because despite he's charming, kind and great personality, he's very different when he's?alone?with?me.

I'm not a fan of him or either from them even though his phenomenal band is known worldwide but he has this certain effect on me that I can't even explain myself. I'm definitely?not?after his insane fame and endless billions of euros on his bank accounts but I want him.

Physically.

He's filthy rich.

I know.

He's insanely famous.

I am aware about that.

He's ridiculously hot.

Fuck, yeah he is.

He's undeniably intimidating.

There's no doubt to that too.

And he's certainly smart.

Which I find it fuckingly sexy.

I love his lips, most especially when he talks dirty to me or he says my name or he nicknames me. I love the shape of it and how that playful tongue know it's ways to my body. I love when he bites or licks his lips, I just...

Argh, orgasm.

Every human, even celebrities, have secrets that only a few people should know or maybe nobody should find out because it's nobody else's business but theirs alone.

But I'm his?dirty secret.

We keep every little dirty thing we do behind closed doors, behind the prying eyes of the media and behind the judgmental people, most especially his crazy fans.

When we're alone together, he's mine and I'm his. But when he's on stage, he's?Gage Stockholm. The man from that world-famous million dollar band with millions of devoted screaming fans.

But nobody knows that he calls me when he needs sex and I call him when I need sex. Nobody needs to know that I satisfy him and he satisfies me.

It's that easy but I need to keep everything a secret that I'm...

Gage Stockholm's?temporary fix.

We're friends with benefits. Fuck buddies, as others would say it. We play the game of strings with no attach.

And do I love it?

Fuck yes, I do.

My name is Olivia Tate Kavanaugh, and?this?is my crazy and wild story on how I met the world famous Gage fucking Stockholm.

"I'm sure they're here. If not all of them then at least one." She says so surely as she drags me.

I pulled myself away from her and worried about how I looked tonight.

A mess.

Yes.

My blonde hair in a bob cut had streaks of paint at the ends since I just came from our wall painting mural session with my co-boarders at our apartment building. It's like a Friday tradition there, it's where we vent our our angers onto a mural art. It's cool though. Really one of its kind kind of thing. Aside from the fact that it's highly messy, it's fun.

Anyways, I was wearing my old blue denim coverall, a white crop top that obviously had finger-wiped red, blue and yellow paintings on it and a pair of worn out black converse shoes.

I looked like a fucking mess and where we were heading?

Well, we were heading to this HUGE VIP Party that Monique forced me to go with. She was begging since last week and since she heard her most favorite band, Silver Spade, were going to be here, I'm in agony of going with her.

"I don't think we can go inside." I pull my arm away from her. "And look at me. I'm a complete shit, they won't let us through with how I look." I added.

She stops and stares at me from head to toe. "You look fine." She obviously lies, while chewing a gum and completely ignoring me.