webnovel

The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback

Ophelia Lane, an emerging singer/songwriter who recently relocated to Nashville to pursue her dreams, found herself ghost-singing for Camila to afford her mother's medical treatment. She endured bullying from Camila and others for her mother and willingly hid her own talent until she met Asher, the Ozarks quarterback. Asher encouraged her singing and Ophelia wondered if she’d found true support in the athlete everyone called playboy. At their next concert, Camila humiliated Ophelia once more in front of everyone, and even prompting extreme fans to publicly assault her. "Loser?" Ophelia wondered, who was the real loser here? "I hope you regret messing with me." Soon, she found herself on stage, exposing the falsehood of Camila, being signed by an agent, receiving flowers, applause, and fortune, and trampling on those who once bullied her. On top of all this, Asher wants to take her on a date! But will Ophelia be able to juggle handling her newfound success alongside trusting him? "I like you," Asher said. Ophelia begins to question if their worlds are too vastly different. Asher comes from a completely different background than her own and while their passion is exciting, is it enough? Can they make it through the pressures of fame, career, and jealous ex-girlfriends? The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback is created by Cate Mattison, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Cate Mattison · Urban
Zu wenig Bewertungen
60 Chs

Chapter 41 : Dangerous

*Ophelia*

I’m stunned into silence. I’ve only seen her online and in gossip columns, but she’s undeniably picturesque in her long blue dress. Her long, blonde hair perfectly falls in waves down her back, and her pink nails match with her pale pink eyeshadow. The only contrast is the gold necklace wrapped around her neck. It’s a large C in what looks like real gold, and as she walks towards us, her gold heels peek out of her dress.

All of this is to say Asher’s ex-girlfriend is striking in person. She doesn’t compare to her pictures. She’s the whole package. Even her breasts and butt are huge, straining the fabric in the way I know many men ogle.

“Mac!” Courtney’s chipper voice comes across as sweet, unlike the voice I’d heard on the other end of Asher’s phone. She leans over, kissing him on each cheek. “Mwah! Oh, darling, it’s been ages!”

“Look at you in this dress! The definition of perfection.”