A lifetime of repressed feelings. A commitment phobic rock star. Totally friend zoned. Welcome to my world!
Mabel has been in love with her best friend Charlie since they were thirteen. He’s funny, clever and unbelievably hot. There are just three tiny problems:
He’s the lead singer of Beggar’s Choice, one of the biggest bands in the world, and the object of most women’s fantasies
He has an incredibly beautiful supermodel girlfriend
He doesn’t love her back
Now, as part of a family emergency she’s stuck sharing a house with him for the first time since they were kids. How will she manage to keep her feelings hidden while living in such close quarters with him and what will happen if Charlie finds out?
Charlie has always been a love them and leave them type of bloke, and being a musician he’s had plenty of opportunity to develop this persona. However, the one constant in his turbulent life has always been his best friend Mabel. It hasn’t escaped his notice that she’s utterly beautiful but he can’t ever risk losing her in his life, so there’s no chance of anything ever developing between them – or is there?
Two best friends living together – what could go wrong?
This book is part of a series following the boys from Beggar’s Choice but can be read as a standalone.
I feel the dark haired man’s hands slide down my ribs until they reach my hips and I’m just about to tell him to keep his hands to himself when all hell breaks loose.
I hear a very familiar enraged voice growl above my head. “I don’t think so fucker. This one’s mine, now fuck off,” and the man is abruptly torn away from me and an enraged Charlie pushes him over into the heaving crowd where he falls into a group of men. I stand open mouthed as one of the men he lands on throws a punch at my dancing Romeo, and then suddenly the dance floor is heaving, with fists flying rather than dancing. Charlie turns and grabs my hand and starts forcing me towards the door. “Time to go,” he says, smiling like a maniac.
“What about Viv,” I stutter. “I can’t leave her.”
“Relax,” he says nodding back and I see Seth grab Viv in a tight hold and half carry her out of the crowd. I relax immediately and give a silly half wave at him which makes him grin and shake his head.
I’m shaken, but for the first time in a few weeks I can feel the dead ice inside me crack and something that feels like joy unfurl and I follow Charlie meekly outside. This meekness is immediately tested when we break out of the fire exit into an alley, followed by Seth and Viv, and he turns on me straightaway.
“What the fuck Mabe? I leave you alone for a week and you’re letting some prick paw you. Is that what you want?”
“You left me alone?” I say and my temper pops like a kettle going off. “You left me alone? Don’t you mean that I left you dickwad?”
“Mabel I’ve known where you were all along. I’ve had daily bulletins,” he says snarkily, and I gape at Viv who has the grace to look embarrassed.
“Well fuck you and stick your bulletins up your arse,” I reply pithily, and I turn and start walking away.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“Back to the villa,” I shout. “I can’t believe this. I thought you were sorry. You don’t look it and that behaviour certainly didn’t demonstrate it.”
“Oh no,” he shouts. “I’m sorry for not trusting you in the first place. That,” he says pointing backwards. “That was something completely different.”
“Oh really, pray enlighten me?” I say snootily.
“That was me not trusting some slime ball who was glad handing my girl. I trust you.”
“Oh my god,” I shout, and start to pick up speed. I don’t know where I’m going but I need to get away from him. Only suddenly I’m not walking anywhere. Suddenly, I find myself thrown over his shoulder while he walks towards a waiting taxi at the top of the alley.
“What are you doing?” I scream, and see Seth and Viv bent double laughing.
“I’m fucking sick of this,” he shouts, and I gasp as the bastard has the nerve to actually smack my backside. “We’re going back to the villa and we’re going to talk and we’re not going to stop talking until we’re hot and sweaty and you’ve come a few times.”
“I hope you don’t need that hand to hold your microphone in the future Charlie,” I say dangerously, and the twat has the nerve to actually laugh and give my bottom a quick grope.
“As long as I’ve got one hand left to explore this beautiful body Mabes I’ll be a happy man.” He unloads me gently into the back of the car, and follows me in quickly to stop any attempt on my part to get out. “Now shut the fuck up Mabe,” he whispers in the darkness, after giving the driver directions which prove conclusively that he really did know where I was.
“Why?” I hiss.
“Because if you give me any more lip I’m going to pull you onto my lap and fuck you into tomorrow, and I won’t care if there’s an audience.”