MARRYING THE ROCKSTAR (#3 ROCKSTAR SERIES)

♪ fifteen ♪

I was troubled. Tormented. Not sleeping well—worse than usual—and waking up early to do yoga and meditation, hoping to rid my mind of all the weird shit brewing within.

But it was no use.

Why did Cameron make an appearance in my head that night? And why did I possibly climax more because I imagined his face in place of Leo's?

Sex with Leo was heavenly. The best I'd ever had. Sexy, hot, passionate, evoking so many feelings in me I burst, couldn't control my urges, craved him constantly. Not that sex with Cameron was bad, on the contrary. He was the closest second place in the history of my sex life, so it didn't surprise me that he'd still turn me on.

But not while Leo fucked me. Not with his cock inside me, bringing me to the brink of my orgasm.

It didn't make any sense.

I wouldn't tell Leo; I wouldn't tell anyone. And it wouldn't happen again, I'd make sure of it.

But of course, because I was so fixated on it, it did happen again. A few nights later, as Leo and I both woke up in the middle of the night, his hands wandered. In the darkness, I couldn't quite see his face...and I kept picturing Cameron's instead, more than I had in the car.

More than I ever should have been.

I fell back asleep with my back to Leo and hoping to hold in my tears.

I was confused, I had to be. Getting cold feet, nerves from the wedding, now that the date had been set? That had to be the reason, and I wouldn't be convinced otherwise. I'd rid myself of feelings for Cameron a while ago, and I loved Leo.

A week or so later, I met up with Daphne and Sapphire for our afternoon of wedding dress shopping. I was grateful to Sapphire, who'd pulled this off for me with a snap of her fingers. She so happened to have modeled wedding dresses in the past and had an in with multiple designers. So every store on our route was high-scale, renowned, and expensive as fuck.

But of course, marrying Leo Lee meant I didn't have much of a budget.

The girls came to the house so we could drive over to the first store together. Because, according to Sapphire, "if you're seen entering this place and photographed, it'll be all over the news."

Would our entourage be all over the news, too? Cameron was there as we left the house; in a separate car, granted, but there, nonetheless. Would the press catch on to that detail?

"Trust me," Sapphire had said reassuringly. "Leo will love it."

Leo. I gulped.

I'd been distant with him, burying myself in work. I was supposed to be working with him, but I couldn't stomach it, not until I figured out why Cameron kept interfering in our sex life. So I claimed I was brainstorming awesome questions for the interview, and figuring out a theme and what kind of outfits I wanted him to wear.

Not a full lie; I had been working. Doing all I could to quit being distracted.

"I'm so excited," said Daphne, squeezing my hand as the car pulled up to the first spot—Valentina, a luxury boutique for upscale wedding gowns. "And so honored to be your...well, your maid of honor."

I hadn't filled Daphne in on everything going on lately. She was in the dark about the arguments about Cameron, the wedding, my father being invited or not. Sapphire, on the other hand, had been somewhat briefed, so she winced at me when I avoided Daphne's gaze.

She knew why I was avoiding it.

"I need your help, both of you," I focused on Sapphire, "to find three more people. I...I don't like anyone enough, it seems."