I have known her for years. I have wanted her for years. There are a million different reasons why I should walk away from Taylor. Let’s start with the obvious: she’s so young-- sweet, pure…innocent. I’m her older brother’s best friend. I’ve been around the block once or twice or a hundred times.
Twenty effing years I’ve given my fans, my agents, my band members—everyone but me—what they wanted. I gave them everything I had. But I can’t anymore. I’m dead inside. There’s nothing left to give. Until I see her. The girl wearing wings. White. Angel wings. She turns to me and her eyes find mine.
The first time I saw her I knew she was mine. I have everything I want. That's the life of a billionaire. I see. I want. I get. So, of course, when the woman of my dreams—the fiery redhead with the face of an angel and balls of steel—comes stomping into my world, I take action. I know how to get
