PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

He is different when he's around his billions of fans. He makes sure he smiles, waves, and never forgets to say thoughtful things to all of them.

He is different when he's performing on stage. He makes sure that the fans are having fun and makes sure that they are all okay from where they are standing.

He is different when he is having an interview or being around the paps. He makes sure he keeps his cool and keeps his life as private as he can.

He is different when he is in public, he makes sure he keeps his composure and he is careful with his actions. He knows that people are attentive to his every move.

He is different when he is spending time with his family, he is sweet and loving when he is around them. They are on top of his priority list.

He is different when he is with his band mates or friends. He makes sure they have fun and stays away from the media doing the fun things they do in secrecy.

He is different when the cameras and lights are out. He is different when there are no more people watching his every move. He knows that people are aware of his sleek ways around women.

But there are a lot of things to know about him that not all people may have ever witnessed and maybe he doesn't want them to know too.

Because despite the fact that he is charming, kind, and a man with a great personality, he is very different when he's alone with me.

I am not a fan of him or either of them and his little band, even though his phenomenal band is known worldwide but he has this certain effect on me that I can not even explain myself. I am definitely not after his insane fame and endless billions of euros on his bank accounts but I want him.

Physically.

He is filthy rich.

I know.

He is insanely famous.

I am aware of that. A hundred percent.

He is ridiculously hot.

Fuck, yeah he is.

He is undeniably intimidating.

There is no doubt about that too.

And he is certainly smart.

Which I find very fucking sexy.

I love his lips, most especially when he talks dirty to me or he says my name or he nicknames me. I love the shape of it and how that playful tongue knows it is ways to my body. I love when he bites or licks his lips, I just...

Argh, orgasm.

Every human, even celebrities, has secrets that only a few people should know or maybe nobody should find out because it is nobody else's business but theirs alone.

But I am his dirty secret.

We keep every little dirty thing we do behind closed doors, behind the prying eyes of the media, and behind the judgmental people, most especially his crazy fans.

When we are alone together, he is mine and I am his. But when he is on stage, he is Gage Stockholm. The man from that world-famous million-dollar band with millions of devoted screaming fans.

But nobody knows that he calls me when he needs sex and I call him when I need sex. 

It is crazy.

Fucking with a globally known celebrity.

Nobody needs to know that I satisfy him and he satisfies me.

It is that easy but I need to keep everything a secret that I am...

Gage Stockholm's temporary fix.

In layman's term, we are friends with benefits. Fuck buddies, as others would say it. We play the game of strings with no attach.

And do I love it?

Fuck yes, I do.

My name is Olivia Tate Kavanaugh, and this is my crazy, wild and steamy rollercoaster ride kind of story on how I met the world-famous Gage fucking Stockholm.

Let me warn you, there will be a lot of sex.