The Rockstar's Obsession

She needs a favor. I’m happy to oblige – for a price.
Her.

I’d never planned to return to the small town I’d grown up in, and I wouldn’t have, if not for inheriting a crumbling manor house from my estranged uncle.
Post tour, I just needed a place to crash and recover. I never counted on liking anything about Ivy House, but then, I never counted on her.
Charlie.
From glance, I was obsessed.
The first time we met, she looked like an elf and tried to undress me.
The second time, she needed a favor.
My conditions might just knock me right off the nice list…
I don’t care. She’s mine, and I’m not leaving without her.