Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Sing me a song,” I answer, and then I burst into tears.
And that’s how I went viral.
Not from my vows, which were spectacularly captured on TikTok, but because I begged one of the biggest singers in the world to sing.
And he did.
While holding my hand.
CHAPTER ONE
Killian
I don’t really know what to do. She’s in a fucking wedding dress standing in front of me bawling her eyes out, and all I can think is, her tears, they’re so pretty, just like her skin, her dress. Is the guy insane? What the hell is going on? I was paid to play for what was supposed to be the biggest wedding of the year in Seattle, and everyone seems to be missing.
More tears roll down her cheeks.
They aren’t the normal angry tears.
They’re sad.
They hold something I want to grasp in my hand, something that makes me feel. I’ve been stuck in a rut for over two years, and this rich princess, at her own wedding, has tears for me, at least it feels that way even though I know they’re for her.
I still want to keep them though.
I reach down and slide my finger over her left cheek. She looks up at me, deep brown eyes, slim nose, firm jaw, and long lashes, and pretty brown hair.
“Sing for me.” Her voice is lower than I expect; it moves me, it harmonizes with my senses in a way I can’t explain. As an artist, that’s not something that typically happens so randomly, and yet I still stare at her. I hold on to her tear as long as I can before it evaporates into thin air.
I want.
I want more than anything.
I’m too shocked to move at first. I’m surrounded by beautiful women constantly… they only cry because they want me—not because they need me, not because they need my music, at least that’s the way it always feels.
She doesn’t know my past.
I know nothing of her future.
But we do have this song.
And it’s one I’ll sing just for her.
Maybe, in hindsight, I should look for cameras, or ask my manager if it is okay to go rogue, but all that seems to matter is stopping her tears, and giving her hope while at the same time, staring into her eyes with the realization that maybe it isn’t she who is lost or sad.
Maybe.
It’s me.
CHAPTER TWO
Scarlett
I can’t take my eyes off him. He is strikingly beautiful. Even his hair is thick and unreal up close. I can’t tell if he’s wearing eyeliner, but his eyes are truly lined, making the green pop out so much I can’t stop staring.
I can barely see through the tears streaming down my face when he leans down, grabs my hand, and effortlessly lifts me onto the stage.
A few people start to slowly trickle into the reception—all of them are watching me with Killian, probably wondering what the hell I’m doing.
Wish I knew! I just wanted comfort. A song. A hug maybe? Possibly another drink.
I know they’re watching.
But I paid for this damn wedding, not the stupid cheater who’s going to reap the benefits of free champagne, so why not get crooned to by the bad boy?
I know he quit his pop boy band four years ago—one of the biggest UK bands in the world—and I know he’s gone quiet and has silently done some stuff on the scene.
To even get him to play at my wedding cost us over two hundred thousand dollars, for two hours mind you, but my dad used to be in the industry so he told me that it wouldn’t be that hard as long as we forked out the money, which we clearly did.
And now here I am, staring into Killian’s light green eyes, wondering what I ever saw in that other jackass in the first place.
He told me he loved me, and he lied. It’s as simple as that. He told me that we’d be forever, and he gave me a small moment.
I feel like the girl who got the crumbs when all along my sister got the main feast. I was just the stand-in for what he really wanted, the person who would fall for anything apparently, to get his foot in the door when all he really wanted was my sister and me as a sidepiece while I popped out kids and took care of our dog.
What? Did he think he’d just stay married to me and have her on the side while my dad shares his contacts and works with his company?
Are men really that dumb?
I am suddenly so angry all over again. I can barely concentrate while Killian sings, even though his voice is like velvet. He reaches for my hand, and suddenly his voice grows sharper, cutting me like a knife, making me bleed, bruise, and worse, making me feel something I didn’t feel at that altar.