I am not hurt. I don’t need a second chance with him, or a life I thought I had.While he was out forgetting me to become a movie star, I was building a career out of nothing. A career as a paparazzi, but a career. For a foster kid who bounced around every home in Los Angeles, that wasn’t easy.This camera is all I have.He’s nothing to me. Every time I take his picture and sell it, I remind myself that I did it all without him or his approval, his cinnamon smell or his clear green eyes. He lights up the screen like a celestial body, but he’s nothing but a paycheck to me.He can throw my camera off a balcony, and nothing has to change. We can stay king and queen of the same city, and different worlds.Except this is Hollywood, and here, anything can happen.

Perfect ass.Perfect arms.Perfect swagger.They call Dash Wallace the Diamond King.He’s the hottest commodity in baseball and in the bedroom.When he runs the bases, every woman’s eyes are glued to his stunning body and a smile that puts the night lights to shame.I’m no queen. I’m a regular girl with a regular job. I just watch him on TV and from the bleachers, season after season.Girls like me grab a guy like that one in a million times.My number just came up, and he is as spectacular in bed as he is on the field.But there’s not a woman in the world who can distract Dash Wallace from the game. Not for a moment. Not even me.Until the night I do. And everything changes.

Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment. I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing. I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.