The Secretary's Fake Rockstar Husband

lt like it was

dn't smell like the damp mildew of her Brooklyn apart

ngover. A massive, world-ending hangover. She rubbed her thumb hard over

. It wasn't her scratchy polyester blend. This was

s snapp

her shoulders. Cora looked down. She was wearing a crisp, oversized whi

way. She scanned the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the sprawli

running water

oom. Cora grabbed the edge of the duvet, pulling it

a heap on the thick rug. The delicate strap on her shoulder was torn,

ter st

door handle sounded like a

esperate to find a single memory from the bar

eam billowed out into the cold ai

wore nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips. Water drippe

over his left pectoral muscle, there we

e lowered it, and piercing blue eyes locked ont

isper. She cleared her throat, her heart hammerin

ssed the towel onto a chair and walked toward the fo

quiet room. He stopped at the edge of the mattress, looking down at her. "Tell m

? No. No, I don't do things like th

tilted his head slightly, his eyes doing a slow, calculated blink. He pointed a long

his voice dropping an octave. "You kissed me until I could

t. She wanted to claw a hole in the floor and disappear. Twelve years of careful, in

tched the collar of his shirt. "It was a mistake. A horrible mista

rmchair and sat down, crossing his long legs. The amusement

you hanging off my neck in the lo

"How much?" she asked, her voice muffled. She forced herself to drop her hands and look at him. She cha

uine anger crossed his eyes, but he ma

picked up his phone. He tossed it onto

usician," Callum said

Several blurry photos showed her in her torn black dress, aggre

ning deadly serious. "I have my debut album dropping next week. My investors ha

Her stomach hollowed out. "

ent this from destroying my life, there is only one option." He