He's a wild rock star. I'm his manager. And he just knocked me up.
From the moment I met Drew I knew he was trouble. Of course he was. What kind of notorious playboy rock star isn't? What I didn't know was that he'd consume me, own me, body heart and soul. And when I thought he couldn't want more from me... he got me pregnant.
If his fans find out I'm carrying his baby they'll tear me apart.
Drew should hate me for putting his reputation on the line.
Except... I don't think he does. He keeps saying I'm his now. That the baby he put in me is proof.
But will he feel that way when the rest of the world finds out what we've done?