All is fair in love and war. Let the battle begin! Blue: “Try producing an album,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said. It’s in the running for the worst advice I’ve ever heard. When we’re not in the studio, the aspiring rock star with the banging voice and music industry in his genes wants to spend his free time in bed – with me. Flirts have never bothered me. As long as they keep their hands to themselves, they’re harmless. Brady doesn’t see it that way. He’s been cheated on before. It’s a definite trigger, and no matter what I say, he sees plumes of white smoke that mean something is about to burst into flames. He’s sure that something is me. Suddenly everything we’ve built together feels as stable as a pile of feathers under a ceiling fan. All I wanted to do was grow my career. I never imagined it would turn out like this. Brady: Blue calls the kid in the studio a flirt. I call him an interloper. It’s bad enough that he spends every evening making cow eyes at my boyfriend. When he starts throwing around pet names and inventing excuses to touch Blue, it crosses a line I intend to defend. I’ve seen this routine before. I lost my last boyfriend to a similar temptation when he convinced himself that a little extracurricular sex would help his career. Blue doesn’t think there’s a problem. I do, and that difference of opinion is dragging us down a road I never thought we’d walk. One way or another, I could lose everything. cw: past SA, past physical assault millionaire · age gap · damaged lead · rockstar · 3rd person POV