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I glanced over at Lisa as she drove us across town, back to my place.
"Have you had a proper girlfriend since you, you know… got famous?" I asked cautiously. I wanted to know, but at the same time, I wasn't sure how I would handle hearing about an ex of Lisas, especially if I found she wasn't really over her ex or something stupid like that. Lisa'd made it clear that she'd always give me the truth, so it was up to me to decide if I could handle the truth.
"One," she answered curtly, not saying anymore.
She obviously didn't know me as well as she thought, if she thought I'd be content to leave it at that.
"And…" I prompted.
She groaned and shook her head. "I knew I wouldn't get away with that one."
So, she does know me after all.
She sighed in defeat. "Her name was Rosé, I knew her from before I hit the big time, we'd sort of grown up together. At school she was the pretty, popular girl that I'd secretly been in love with for years. She'd never shown any interest in me back then, so I don't know what possessed me to think she was genuinely interested in me all of a sudden."
I was surprised by this. Lisa was gorgeous, talented and kind. I couldn't imagine that she ever would have gone unnoticed by the girls out there – rock star status or not. But I did know one thing for sure, I was definitely searching Google for this Rosé chick the minute I was alone.
"Anyway, we got together, she lapped up the attention and I made myself believe she really cared about me… long story short, I broke it off after six months and it was messy… real messy."
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"I caught her fucking around with a guy. Literally caught the two of them red handed… and she had the nerve to look me in the eye and tell me it wasn't how it looked." She rolled her eyes. "He was balls-deep inside her, so I'm pretty confident it was how it looked."
I'd felt like I might have been going to cry, right up until Lisa used the phrase 'balls-deep'. Now the tears forming in my eyes were tears of laughter.
"I'm so sorry." I choked out, trying to keep the giggles at bay. "But balls-deep?" I lost it. Laughter exploded out of me.
"He was balls-deep," she insisted before laughing herself.
"Sorry." I giggled. "It's terrible really."
She nodded. "It should have been, but I didn't even give a fuck when I found them backstage, ya know? She'd shown me her true colours on more than one occasion by this point, and that's why I knew I had to end it, it was almost a relief."
"Did you know the guy?"
She nodded. "My publicist. I was more gutted to lose him than I was to lose her."
Shit.
"I've really had a bad run with those," she joked "I'll have to remind Jackson that the last 'straight dude' I hired for the job ending up fucking my girlfriend."
I probably shouldn't have been teasing her, but it was obvious she wasn't actually in the least bit phased by the ending of that relationship, so I figured there was no real harm done.
"Well I've suddenly got a thing for someone with tattoos, so if you could take that into account when hiring the new guy, I'd really appreciate it."
"I knew that you were a sucker for my ink." She grinned triumphantly.
I rolled my eyes at her. "That would be the stand out piece of information for you, wouldn't it?"
"Damn straight." She winked. "And besides, you're at least one thousand times smarter and more real than Rosé ever was. You're not going to go banging the minions when you've got the king waiting at home." She had a shit-eating grin on her face, and I knew she was intentionally acting like a cocky bastard.
I made a fake gagging motion and she laughed loudly.
"All hail the King," I deadpanned.
Lisa flicked the radio on as she chuckled at my reaction.
"Speak of the devil…" I giggled as one of my very own rock star's songs came on.
"Oh my god!" I swooned like a fan girl. "I loooove this song."
She groaned.
"Sing it for me?" I pleaded, batting my eyelashes at her.
"Nope," she replied without missing a beat. "I'll pass."
I reached for the dial and turned it up louder.
Lisa shook her head in amusement as I belted out the chorus of her hit song 'Money'.
Her hand snaked out in an attempt to turn it down, or maybe even off, but I caught it and clasped it in mine.
"You're a terrible singer," she yelled over the music.
She wasn't wrong – I was awful. But I didn't care.
"You sing it for me then," I yelled back with a wink.
"Anything to make you stop," she teased before launching into the verse with all of her vocal perfection.
I sighed as I leaned my head back against the leather seat of her Range Rover and watched her.
I don't know what it was about that husky voice of hers, but it got under my skin like nothing ever had before.
There was something special about watching Lisa sing… she felt it deep down in her bones, and it was obvious for everyone to see that she was doing exactly what she was put on this earth to do.
Her talent was incredible.
And sexy as hell…
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"Is that you Chu?" I called as I heard the clatter of keys on the hall table.
"Who else would it be, you little nut bar?" she called back from the living room.
I pulled my hair up into a bun as I strolled out to give her an interrogation about her whereabouts, just like any good friend would.
"You didn't sleep here last night." I pointed an accusatory finger at her the moment I laid eyes on her – still in last night's clothes.
"Neither did you." She pointed right back at me.
"You know where I was." I winked at her. "Question is… where were you?"
She narrowed her eyes at me. "You're awfully chipper for someone who drank their body weight in vodka last night."
"That…" I pointed at her again. "Would be thanks to all the vomiting." I grimaced. "And you're changing the subject."
"You vomited in front of Lisa?" She gaped, apparently outraged with my behaviour.
"Not just in front of her." I shrugged.
Jisoo's eyes bulged.
"On her too," I added with a grin.
She let out a small whimper. "Well… it was good while it lasted." She sighed.
I tilted my head to the side and watched her with amusement. "She's in my room right now, Chu."
She gaped again. "You threw up on a freakin' millionaire, celebrity rock star and she didn't run a mile?"
I shook my head and smirked. "She even rubbed my back and held my hair for me," I bragged.
"Some kind of sorcery," she muttered in an accusatory tone as she headed for the kitchen. "At least that explains the flash-ass car out front and the bulky dude dressed in the 'I blend right in' suit," she called out sarcastically.
I'd forgotten Sammy had followed us over here. I absently wondered just how long he would stay out the front of my building for.
He's committed.
I flopped down on the couch. "Chu?" I called after her. "You will tell me where you were."
"I think we all know the answer to that question," she called back after a few beats.
No way.
I leapt up out of my seat and followed after her into the kitchen.
"Kim Jisooyaa," I hissed. "Did you, or did you not, bone a certain rock star's manager?"
She winced.
"Well?" I demanded.
"Technically he boned me," she offered with a grimace.
I happy danced for a few moments. Jisoo didn't join me.
"Was he bad in the sack?" I asked when I noticed the subdued look on her face.
She swirled the cup of coffee she'd made and shook her head slowly.
"Was he a prick to you?" I demanded, suddenly feeling like I needed to kick Jackson' ass.
She shook her head again. "No. He was a gentleman." She sighed in a dreamy way. "He was… perfect."
What the hell is the problem then?
I raised my brows at her in question.
"I guess I'm kinda sad to see it end. We both agreed it was a one-time thing," she explained with a quiet, longing tone that I wasn't accustomed to hearing from her.
I was about to start giving her a hard time about the stupid agreement they'd made when I got distracted by the sight of Lisa.
She was still pulling her black t-shirt over her head, giving me a perfect view of her sports bra and abdomen. Her chinos were slung low on her hips, and her hair was damp like mine from our shared shower.
The thought of that shower had me squirming.
"Tell her to put it away. It's hurting my eyes." Jisoo groaned dramatically.
I laughed at her teasing. "We'll talk about you and Mr. Wang later," I hissed as I headed for the sex on a stick that was wandering around my living room.
"I wasn't expecting an audience." Lisa chuckled as she pulled her shirt the rest of the way down. "I hope she hasn't been here long." She winked at me.
I blushed. Thankfully Jisoo had only just arrived home; things had gotten a little heated… and loud.
Very, very loud…
Lisa's performance in the car had got me all hot and bothered and I hadn't been able to hold back when we'd walked through the door and found ourselves alone.
Not that Lisa was complaining.
"I only just arrived," Jisoo called from the kitchen where she was apparently eavesdropping on our conversation. "But the 'I just took an after sex shower' look doesn't leave much to the imagination to be honest with you."
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