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Noah
Nothing made sense in the world of rock stars and celebrities.
Not the friendships.
The romantic relationships.
And certainly not the need for scandal. Noah Clarke knew his fans. He knew their every want and need, the way he had to appear to them to make them love him more. To keep them from looking too closely at the things he tried to hide.
He was the British bad boy without a history. No one knew of the family he hid in England, the one with more money than sense. They didn’t see him as the son of a lord. They didn’t know the man who sometimes exchanged his ripped jeans and designer t-shirts for suits that cost more money than any clothes should.
All the world knew was what he told them.
And what was that?
Noah Clarke was the prototypical rock star prone to too much drinking and too many women. Was there such a thing?
He flaunted his flaws, embraced the image even his publicist believed. And he did it with glee.
“Ava.” Noah looked up from the velvet chaise in his oldest friend’s London loft, and a grin widened his lips. “Come here.”
Ava turned from the mirror she’d been examining non-existent wrinkles in and scowled. “Cut it out with the smarmy smile. It’s gross.”
“I am not smarmy.”
She raised one brow. “All right, come on.
Noah had known Ava Sinclair since they were in diapers. Their parents were on many charity boards together, and they’d made a habit of sneaking away from functions as kids along with Noah’s older brother. He’d been the ringleader, always getting the two younger kids to follow him wherever he went.
But that was before.
Now, Noah wasn’t sure where Carson was, only that he wouldn’t like the lifestyle Noah led. But that was the point.
Ava pulled the elastic from her fire-red hair and let the waves shake out over her shoulders. She was nothing if not dramatic. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Just what every guy wants to hear.”
She rolled her eyes to the tiled ceiling and sighed before stripping her shirt off over her head, leaving her in a black lace bra that would have had most men in the country, heck, the world, sinking into oblivion.
Noah was not most guys. He’d seen Ava in less as they spurred on the rumors of a relationship between the British rocker and the prim socialite model. He’d helped her shake the proper image while she helped him encourage his reckless reputation.
It was a win win.
Noah ran a hand through his messy brown hair and blew out a breath. “Okay, come here.”
Phone clutched in one hand, Ava crawled into Noah’s lap, straddling him. She put one hand on his bare chest, letting her hair fall forward to graze his skin, and held the phone up with her other hand. “Say cheese.”
Instead, Noah winced. “You’re crushing me.”
“Oh, don’t be a baby. And stop looking like you’re constipated. Make a face like you love me.”
He stuck out his tongue.
“Tosser.”
“Seductress.” He widened his eyes in challenge.
