“What are you doing here?” Luke used the grin he employed to get his fans to toss their panties on stage. “Well, I didn’t come to watch you fuck your new boyfriend.” “He’s not—” Angeline shot Andre a panicked look. “He’s my…” The words wouldn’t come out. Finally she just shut her gaping mouth. “I’m gonna go.” Andre swung his legs from behind Angeline and picked up his shirt. “Wait—” “No, really.” He pulled it over his head before she could get another word out. “You two should probably work this out, and I don’t need to be here for that.” “Smart man.” Luke folded his arms. “In fact, just go ahead and do your walk of shame all the way off the property. There’s a nice group of hounds waiting outside. They got their share of pictures of me coming in, so your quick exit should make for interesting headlines in next week’s grocery store checkout lanes.” Oh God.
