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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 · perkotaan
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Chapter 17 : Outsider

*Ophelia*

Still jittery from the excitement of the private jet, we touch down in Asher’s town an hour after we popped the champagne. I was too nervous to drink more than just a few small sips. The bottle looks insanely expensive and probably is. But I don’t want to be inebriated when I meet everyone.

But nothing will prepare me when it comes to seeing Asher’s home. My mouth falls open, and I gawk at the mansion in front of my eyes. At least three stories tall, surrounded by an open green yard, complete with practice dummies and a gigantic pool. Holy shit.

We enter the house, and I’m baffled. “You neglected to tell me you live in a mansion.”

Asher shrugs but nods up the stairs. “Second floor, third door on the left. You can head up there and get yourself situated and I’ll bring your bag up?”

I nod to Asher, picking up my stuff and following behind me.

I take my time getting ready, enjoying my bath, and shaving my legs.