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Chapter 14 : Some Kind of Wonderful
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The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 15 : Revenge
*Ophelia*Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I get to work, ready to serve the people their food. I brought my guitar to busk later tonight. I’m better at piano, but a guitar is a bit easier to lug around when in town.When I enter Touchdown Tavern, however, my manager stands there, arms crossed and a glare on his face.“Hey George, what’s up?” I question cautiously. “What’s up is that you’re fired.”My entire body reels back at the sudden news. “What? What the hell?”That’s when I notice the person on my manager’s arm. Camila.“I’ve gotten complaints from patrons. Customers saying you’ve been harsh, you’ve made dozens of mistakes with meals, and you’re on your phone on the job. What do you take me for, Miss Lane?” He’s still gruff and angry, and I feel my throat closing up.“George, I swear, none of that’s true,” I find myself saying.“Then why am I getting customers telling me the opposite?”I glance at Camila for a moment, who has a massive smile spread across her face. ‘Cus
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 16 : Tell Me If You Wanna Go Home
*Asher*I don’t waste any time. Little Rock, here we come! I arrange to pick up Ophelia two days later when I don’t have football practice to distract me for a few days. I feel my leg shaking as I sit in the car, driving us to the hangar. I’m starting to second-guess if this is a good idea. But after being so confident while speaking to Ophelia, how am I supposed to be open and honest about this?I force myself to breathe, trying not to alert her to the nerves coursing through my body. This is a good idea. I want her to know the REAL me. I don’t want the tabloids to be the only truth out there for her to discover. Besides, if she knew me on the day we met as Asher Slater, there’s no doubt she must know something about my past.“Are you okay?” Her voice hits me like an air freshener, sweet and beautiful but unexpected. Am I able to be honest with her?I give her a somewhat fake smile, but I shake my head in response. “It’s nothing.”It’s not nothing. Something is nagging at me,
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 17 : Outsider
*Ophelia*Still jittery from the excitement of the private jet, we touch down in Asher’s town an hour after we popped the champagne. I was too nervous to drink more than just a few small sips. The bottle looks insanely expensive and probably is. But I don’t want to be inebriated when I meet everyone.But nothing will prepare me when it comes to seeing Asher’s home. My mouth falls open, and I gawk at the mansion in front of my eyes. At least three stories tall, surrounded by an open green yard, complete with practice dummies and a gigantic pool. Holy shit.We enter the house, and I’m baffled. “You neglected to tell me you live in a mansion.”Asher shrugs but nods up the stairs. “Second floor, third door on the left. You can head up there and get yourself situated and I’ll bring your bag up?”I nod to Asher, picking up my stuff and following behind me.I take my time getting ready, enjoying my bath, and shaving my legs. As I sit in my dress, the sheer blue and floral pattern surr
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 18 : All I Want
*Ophelia*Still reeling from dinner and overhearing Asher’s conversation with his brother, I stay silent on the drive home. Asher doesn’t seem to grasp what’s happening here, but he might be in his own world. I just keep replaying the meal in my mind, seeing Maria’s eyes shooting lasers at me.I’d tried to ignore her, listening to conversations bounce around the table. But in the end, any questions I’d been asked were difficult to answer. I didn’t want to anger Asher’s mom. So, my answers were short.We pull into the drive at Asher’s, and I immediately get out of the car and walk back to where we drove.“Ophelia?” Asher calls. “What are you doing?”I’m not even sure.“I need a walk. Clear my head, you know?”“Want me to come with you?”“No!” I say all too fast. “No, I honestly just want to be alone for a little while. I’ll be right back.”His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t fight me on it. So, I turn back and continue down the drive.I don’t know what to do. I mean, I thought com
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 19 : Goodness Gracious
*Ophelia*Asher’s hands move down to my hips, squeezing them tight as he moves us to the couch and lays me down on the cushions. He never breaks the kiss, his lips exploring mine like he’s found the answer he’s been desperately searching for. He breaks away to move to my neck. I moan softly while his lips trail down my throat, sucking soft marks into my skin that have me almost bucking up into him like a horny teenager.I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. He’s driving me wild from his touch alone, sending fiery shivers down my spine.I gasp when one of his hands sneaks under my shirt, caressing my belly until he slowly drags it up to the edge of my bra. He teases me with his soft touches, running his finger along the wire before moving it to circle where my nipple is.It rubs against the inside cup of my bra uncomfortably, causing me to arch my back and press my body up against his. I need more friction, some kind of relief that it feels like only Asher can give me.He
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 20 : Everything to Everyone
*Ophelia* “Well, that’s just it,” Carolanne says over the phone. “They don’t know what caused it. All they can tell me is that they’re going to monitor her. That’s all they really can do at this point.” I gnaw on my bottom lip while my fingers ache with how hard I’m holding my phone up to my ear. Hearing my sister say that the doctors have no idea what’s caused our Mama to have such a bad reaction to her medication is worrisome. What’s to say that it won’t happen again and make her even more sick? Rolling over to see those missed phone calls had practically given me a heart attack, especially since my sister isn’t the type to call me more than twice when she needs something. So over twenty times? I’m lucky I’m still upright and breathing. Carolanne’s news hadn’t made me feel any better, though. “Is there a way for the doctors to weed out any possibilities? Maybe they gave her something she wasn’t supposed to have. What was the last med they gave her?” Carolanne sighs. “I
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 21 : Monster
*Ophelia*By the time the food arrives, Asher’s still nowhere to be found. I thank the driver and then shut the door, bringing our bag of food into the living room where I place it on the coffee table by the couch. Should I go try to find him? I don’t want to seem clingy or anything, but it’s been well over half an hour since he’s been gone on his phone call.Perhaps I could just pop my head in whatever room he’s in and let him know the food is here, that way I can check on him.Heading down the hallway where I’d last seen him, I walk a few paces until I begin to hear his voice again. Following it, I end up going down another hallway where I see one of the doors open. Poking my head in, I see Asher sitting behind a large desk, scrolling on a laptop while he’s talking on his phone. “Yeah, that sounds fine… great, I’ll see you then.”I lean my hip against the doorway as he ends the call. “Everything okay?”He looks over at me, not at all seeming surprised that I’m standing the
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 22 : Happy
*Ophelia*“Get your ass into the living room!” Skylar nearly busts down my door, making me jump from my spot on the bed. I’m in the middle of writing some new music and figuring out the chorus, which I’ve been stuck on for about two hours now. But everything in my hands falls to the ground as I grasp my chest from the shock of her entrance. “Fuck, Skylar!”“Come on!” she whines, grabbing at my wrist and pulling.“What crawled up your butt?” I question, my eyes widening.She moves her loose ponytail away from her face, now using both hands and her full weight to rip me from my spot. “Just come here!”She quite literally throws me off the bed and into our living room. There, she has the TV, tuned into the sports channel that we normally watch the games on.“You dislocated my shoulders to have me look at the channel I watch most Sundays?” I deadpan.“Shut up!” She grabs the remote and turns up the volume.“Malachi Jordan had the chance to sit down and interview our favorite Slat
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