![]() ![]() He was gorgeous and almost too sweet for me-I usually liked at least a little bit of drama-but what kept him from being too perfect was the fact that he was a player. In my own way… My phone vibrated in my hand and I glanced down to see Major’s face on the screen. ![]() I wasn’t doing a fantastic job of it, but I wasn’t doing too badly, either. I knew it was time I grew up and fought my own battles. And it was enough for me that he was happy. ![]() But now that I was over my jealousy, Rush was back to being my rock. He had always been there for me when I needed him-except for a few times when I was a raging bitch to his wife, Blaire. I only held one man in high regard and that was my brother, Rush. This left me with little to no respect for the male species. When they looked at me, they saw “daughter of a rock star” and “money.” Most of them were just hoping I’d get them on the cover of a cheap gossip magazine. I knew it without giving them more than a moment of my time. In my experience, they always wanted something from me but it was never really me they wanted. ![]()
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