He can have any woman he wants.
He wants his brother’s.
Alex Sebastian is the billionaire who knows exactly how to re-launch the pop career I walked away from to raise my little sister.
He knows everything, apparently, about what’s good for me. For my image. Even for my lingerie. Everywhere I turn, he’s there, smirking. I cannot stand him.
So why can’t we stop sneaking around?
Maybe it's his filthy, bossy mouth that does things more wicked than his insults.
Maybe it's that he does know what’s good for me when he uses it—backstage before my show, during a black tie event, in another man’s living room.
Because maybe deep down, I've never been the good girl the world sees, and the dirty, shameful things he makes me do are exactly what I crave.
The problem? Alex isn’t the Sebastian billionaire I'm dating––I’m dating his brother.
