I messed up.
I didn’t sleep with Blake Earnshaw, but I got too close.
His fangirls are outraged. One of them, a fanatic known as GlitterKitten, took pictures and plastered them all over the internet.
Worst of all? Blake Earnshaw is worried about me. Good thing I know better. He’s a rich prick, not the charming prince he portrays on TV, so I ignore him.
GlitterKitten is out for blood, maybe even my life.
When she attacks me, nearly knocking me out, my life should flash before my eyes. Instead, there’s Blake Earnshaw.
Only Blake Earnshaw.