The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
Today just kept getting better and better, I sighed again, pulling on a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo shirt.
A new message popped up and I didn't bother to look through it, eighty-nine percent sure it was from Payne asking for attention.
“The girls who are this idiot, die-hard fans should see him now, they'd be so embarrassed.” I sneered, slipping into a pair of dark boots, the thought put a smile on my face, and for a second, I had the thought to post our chat online, anonymously of course.
Payne Vernick, known to the world as VERN, was a global sensation—platinum records, sold-out arenas, and enough charm to make headlines without trying. Every girl wanted to bed him and every man was