Page 2 of Dirty Lyrics
Rico’s voice carried first—deep, rough, the same voice that told me he loved me only hours ago.
Then another. This one was sharper, slicker.
Daniel Matheson. His manager. A slimeball if I ever saw one.
“She’s perfect,” Daniel said, smug as sin. “The media will eat it up. La Diablita and El Tigre. Reggaeton royalty with Manhattan’s diamond of the season. A true billionaire heiress. It’s a fairytale, Rico. We can’t buy publicity like this.”
I know who he’s talking about the second he says her name.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met her?—”
“She’s Lucy fucking Volkov. Look here, Rico. Is she hot or what?”
“Si. Fuego. Lucy Vokov, huh?”
Her name hit me like a blade.
I recognize it immediately. I mean, everyone knows her from social media. Lucy is Kardashian famous.
She’s the flawless daughter of the Volkov empire. The face of an angel. The body of a devil.
Just like her father.
She was everything—grace, power, beauty, legacy. Everything I could never compete with.
I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, right over the secret blooming inside me.
Rico’s baby.
But as I listened, I realized something.
Rico wasn’t arguing with Mr. Matheson when the man suggested he start wooing Lucy Volkov publicly.
He didn’t say, I already have someone.
He didn’t say, I love Maya.
There was only silence.
And his silence said enough.
I was a fool. A silly, lovesick lyricist who thought the rock god had actually fallen in love with her.
So I took my secret—my baby—and I left.
Because whatever “I love you” meant to Rico, it wasn’t enough.
Not for me and not for my baby.
chapter 1-maya
A couple of months later, I still wasn’t over him.
How could I be so stupid?
I mean, I never meant to fall for him.
But how could I not?
