Interlude by Vicky Owen

It seemed so simple. She’d pretend to be my girlfriend. I’d take her to exclusive parties and fund her studies.
Shame neither of us can stick to the script.

It’s been two months since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend. But she’s still calling, still texting, still making plans for our wedding…
So I made a deal with this girl I met backstage at one of my gigs.
All I needed was somebody on my arm in front of the cameras until my ex got the message.
But like an idiot, I let Lexi—my hot, curvaceous new ‘girlfriend’—get under my skin. And now we’re doing a lot more than just putting on a show for the paparazzi…