CHAPTER 4
CELESTE
Adrian stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“You’ve already been f****d twice tonight.” His voice is sharp, low, edged with disbelief. “Aren’t you tired?”
I shrug, completely naked, leaning against the sofa arm. “You know I haven’t had s*x in months.”
His brow furrows. “Celeste—”
“Don’t ‘Celeste’ me.” I push off the sofa, stepping closer. “You know what it’s like. Idol life. Contracts. Image. Always working, never living.”
“You’re not supposed to—”
“I don’t care what I’m supposed to.” My hand presses against his chest, sliding down until I feel him, hard even though he’s trying to resist. “What I care about is you f*****g me again.”
He catches my wrist. “No. You need sleep.”
“Adrian,” I whisper, palming him through his pants. “You’ve been my manager for five yea
