The Pop Queen's Ruthless Billionaire Fan

d, clicking shut behind her. Instantly, the deafening screams of thirty thousand fans inside Mad

t was the lingering ghost of a nightmare she had endured in Boston just days ago, a familiar, hollow agony that threatened to drain the life completely out of her. The sheer m

llway. Her sneakers squeaked against the linoleum

she could unscrew the cap, the screen of the phone in Nina's other hand

ightened, the air trapping in her lungs. The sheer terror

down hard on the red reject button. She shoved the device back into

nor with pity. "Caleb didn't show up ton

led behind her ribs, but she forced her face to remain completel

rd the end of the corridor, her high heels clicking against the floor. There was a vendi

violent thud. Dominic Sterling stepped out. His jaw was locked tight.

after him. Her stilettos clattered noisily. She reached out, her manicured fin

pure, unadulterated violence crossed his dark eyes. It was a predator

iew, Annabelle," Dominic said. His

directly in front of him, blocking his pat

he dim corridor. His eyes locked onto a woman in a s

down to grab it. As she straightened up, the heel of her shoe caught the edge of a small pudd

e in three long strides. His arm shot out, his hand wrapping firmly

f sharp cedar and cold tobacco filled her nose. Her breath

reathless lips from her performance. A jolt of unexpected heat hit

d with anger. "Who the hell is this

ps. He helped Eleanor stand upright, but his large hand remained resting on t

y here to ensure she has a quiet evening," Dominic said, his tone smooth and composed. His voice w

the rigid tension in the man's arm around her. She realized e

d glare made Eleanor's blood boil. She decided to play the game. Ele

xpensive suit, smoothing the fabric. "Thank you for always sup

's body locked. His breathing stopped for a second. He maintained

. She stomped her foot, turned on her heel, a

Eleanor immediately dropped her hand. She took a large step back, putt

," Eleanor said, her voice dropping its sweet tone,

His dark eyes locked onto hers. "I apologize for crossing a line

ck business card. It had no name, no company logo. Just a s

eached out and took it. As she pulled the card from his grip, her fingertips brushed again

enda, her manager, yelled fr

k card deep into the pocket of her dress, turn

until she disappeared around the corner. The polite smile vanished from his fa