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“I can’t be famous for fucking a rock star,” she said, calmly,
“I can’t be your fake girlfriend anymore. It’s just… kind of killing me.” “I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend,”
“I just need to figure out what the fuck I’m doing with my life and I can’t do it like this.”
I didn’t even want to ask her what “like this” meant. My heart was freefalling into my guts.
You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll be okay.” “Fuck that.”
it was getting harder to breathe by the second. Did she really not get it? “I care about you.” “No, Jesse,” she said. “You care about record sales.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “This isn’t your fault. I should never have agreed to this. I can’t just follow you around while you work and follow your dream—”
It’s not who I am. I’m not a groupie. I’m not your wife. I’m not even your girlfriend. This is just a job. And I quit.”
“Goodbye, Jesse Mayes.”
It was seventeen hours since Katie walked out and I was falling apart. I’d barely eaten. I hadn’t even slept.
“Anyway, it was me.”
WTF BRODY????
“Anyone can see you’re in love with her.”
They were hot to spin this whole love triangle thing and I said yes. That’s all. They think she was hired as your assistant.
“And now she’s gone.” “She’s not gone, brother. She’s home. She’ll be here when you get back.”
You’ve just got to accept that. The guy is an entitled prick and he always will be. You’d do much better leaving him in your rearview, like permanently, babe.”
And if I thought it hurt when Josh left me, that was nothing compared to this. This was heartbreak in slow motion.
My heart lurched into my throat. There was a man standing in the doorway
Brody headed over
“Jesse writes music with his sister?” Brody glanced over at me. “She’s a fantastic lyricist. She co-wrote most of the songs on Sunday Morning.”
“I had no idea.” “I guess there’s a lot you don’t know. Maybe you should stick around, find out some more.”
“Why didn’t she keep writing with Dirty?”
Wanted something of her own.” Something of her own. Shit. That was the same thing I told Jesse I wanted when I left him in L.A..
Jesse doesn’t need more money or more fame, Katie. He just wants to keep bringing Jessa’s lyrics to the world. That’s what this album was about.”
AWWWWW
“He’s afraid if we can’t get her back for the music, we’ll never get her back.”
“Do you think she’ll come back?” “No,”
We were getting closer to the very familiar mega-mansion where I knew I’d find Josh.
Ma'am Why
It would be truly brave to take a chance on loving someone again—and give him a chance to love me back.
I just had to get Jessa to come home.
Then she held me out at arm’s length and said, “I’m not coming back.”
There was something desperately wrong with his sister. I could see it. No, I could feel it.
“Can you get me to Elle?”
What r u doing, Katie? I answered, Just something I need to do. Then do it and come home to me.
she’d pulled a Houdini on Flynn at the airport when they landed and I was going out of my mind. If she was avoiding me this fucking hard, it didn’t exactly bode well for me ever getting to talk to her again.
the time apart had given me crystal fucking clarity. It had also scared the shit out of me. What if she decided she really didn’t want this? Didn’t want me?
I’d missed every fucking thing about her.
stepping a little closer. I wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her to me and never let her go.
She looked at me, and it cracked my heart a little, the uncertainty and the disappointment on her face.
“Babe, you have history. And he broke your heart.” “I didn’t want him to break my heart.” “No one wants a broken heart, sweetheart.”
Kissing her was all I’d wanted to do since she walked out in L.A..
I hated playing those last three shows without you. It felt… wrong.”
She wanted more, but she wasn’t asking for it, either. Maybe she was afraid I’d never give it? Which was insane, because I’d give this girl the fucking world.
She thought I was gonna use her up and spit her out, dump her by the roadside?
“You went to see my sister,” he said. “I went to see yours.”
I believe in you. And I believe in your talent.”
I didn’t pay you to have sex with me.” “I know, but—” “I didn’t pay you to love me, either.”
“Katie. I’m trying to tell you. I love you, too.”
Katie, I’ve never loved anyone, ever, like I love you.”
I fucking love you and I should’ve told you that a long time ago,”
“You’re always on my mind. You’re in everything I do. I could barely even get through the end of the tour without you there. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore
Katie Bloom, will you marry me?”
NO FUCKING WAY
