Dirty Like Me (Dirty, #1)

by Jaine Diamond

I, Katie Bloom, was Jesse’s girl.

“You mean she never table danced with your other girlfriends?” A slight smile quirked his lips. “That would be a no.”

I was more than just his fake girlfriend or his employee, even if he didn’t see it. I, Katie Bloom, was the girl who loved him.

“I’m afraid of Jessa turning into our dad. He killed himself when I was nine.”

She swallowed and nodded, seeming to file my silence away as further evidence of my stone-cold heart. “I can’t be famous for fucking a rock star,” she said, calmly, “and all those other guys too.”

“I care about you.” “No, Jesse,” she said. “You care about record sales.”

It was true. I did miss her. More than that. I never wanted to be apart from her again.

who was making an espresso at the other end. “Turn this panty-peeling vagina heroin off.” “Dirty Like Me” had just come on,

I was kind of in shock, it had been so long since I’d cried. Over two years.

What r u doing, Katie? I answered, Just something I need to do. Then do it and come home to me.

“It’s yours, if you want it.” “What do you mean?” I was in shock again. My whole life had suddenly become a what the fuck situation. “You went to see my sister,” he said. “I went to see yours.”

“Jesse…” “You can finally have that art show you wanted to have. With your newfound infamy,” he

JESSEEEE YOU SAINT

“Why? Why are you doing this?” “Because I believe in you. And I believe in your talent.”

Jessseeeee

“Katie. I’m trying to tell you. I love you, too.”

But I’m telling you, Katie, I’ve never loved anyone, ever, like I love you.”

“I love you. I fucking love you and I should’ve told you that a long time ago,” he said. “You’re always on my mind. You’re in everything I do.

“Jesse. Don’t you dare start begging me or I’m going to cry. And I fucking hate crying.” “Okay. Then I’ll just ask. Katie Bloom, will you marry me?”

WHAT

“You need to know,” he said. “If you say yes, I’m never going to leave you. You don’t have to marry me tomorrow. We can get married whenever you want. I just need to know you’re mine, forever.”

“Then I’m marrying you,” he told me, and he slipped the ring on my finger. It was too big. He slipped it on and off several fingers; the only one it fit was my thumb. I laughed and wiped tears from my eyes. “We’ll get it sized,” he said, and kissed the base of my thumb where it met my palm.

Realistic haha

“I will always love you, Katie Bloom,” he whispered in my ear. It was the best thing anyone had ever said to me. And it was enough to build a dream on.