by Tee, Marian
THE ROCKSTAR AND HIS FANGIRL (How Not to Be Seduced by Rock Stars):
A Hot Billionaire Rock Star Romance
By Marian Tee
Saffi March used to be “just” a fangirl of rock star Staffan Aehrenthal, Sweden’s #1 Sex God and one of The Pussketeers, a world-famous trio of billionaire best friends.
Now that she’s Staffan’s wife, Saffi thought it would be happy-ever-after forever. And it was so…until one day, Staffan suddenly started being cold to her.
Hoping to salvage their still-fragile marriage, Saffi invites her husband to a luxurious train vacation. It’s all or nothing for her, and if she doesn’t succeed in making Staffan love her again then maybe…maybe it’s time to accept that she and Staffan were never meant for each other.
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THE ROCKSTAR AND HIS FANGIRL (How Not to Be Seduced by Rock Stars): A Hot Billionaire Rock Star Romance
By Marian Tee
Copyright 2014 by Streak Digital Publishing
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
~ One ~
Worrisome white croaker. A lover of all things with fins, Sapphire “Saffi” March-Aehrenthal used fish names like cuss words, and the coping mechanism came in handy whenever she was stressed…like now.
She had heard about train stations being really busy, especially those in London. She had watched Harry Potter, after all. But the scene before her? The size of the crowd at the London Victoria Station was intimidating, and everyone’s brisk pace even more so. Maybe she was just imagining it, but it felt like everyone knew where they were supposed to go except for her.
The negative thought had her shaking her head. Stop it, Saffi. She needed all the positive vibes she could get for this all-important trip.
Clutching her train ticket in one hand and the handle of her trolley in the other, she started forward, her head bowed to avoid
having anyone recognize her. While she wasn’t famous, her husband certainly was, and most people thought that wherever she was, the world’s most famous rock star was certain to be there as well.
The thought had Saffi’s shoulders slumping. Maybe that was so before. But not in the last few days.
She shook her head determinedly. Stop with the negativity, Saffi. Tonight’s plan would be for nothing if she continued being pessimistic. Of course, just thinking about her “plan” had Saffi blushing, and she covered her cheeks even though she knew it was a lame attempt to stop them from turning any redder.
Silly sixgill shark. She was a twenty-year-old married woman. There was nothing wrong about planning to seduce her own husband…right?
Saffi quickened her steps, feeling like by doing so she could perhaps run away from her very own embarrassment.
A short distance away, a train had just slowed to a stop. In seconds, its doors opened, and people burst out like an unstoppable tidal wave. All of a sudden, Saffi found herself surrounded then jostled about like she was inside a pinball game.
Someone knocked into her from behind, and Saffi found herself falling—
“Got you.”
The familiar Swedish-accented English had Saffi freezing in shock. When she looked up, she saw that it really was him.
Staffan Aehrenthal.
Sweden’s #1 Sex God.
Her husband.
He had on a worn-looking sports cap, pulled down to cover most of his face and effectively hiding his famous white-blond hair. He was also dressed a lot more casually than what was usual – he was not called Mr. Rockstar Chic for nothing – with his baseball shirt and torn jeans.
She blinked up at him. “S-Sta—”
“Ssssh.” He placed a finger on her lips. Amusement gleamed in his fuck-me hazel eyes as he whispered, “People might hear.” After making sure she was properly back on her feet, Staffan took her trolley from her. “Is this all?”
She nodded, ridiculously tongue-tied at seeing Staffan again. Maybe she shouldn’t be, but she couldn’t help it. She had admired him for so long that it was hard for her to stop being in awe of him. The fangirl part of her would always be there, would always be deliriously happy with every little thing Staffan did for her.
He was so, so handsome. She didn’t think there would come a day when she’d ever tire of looking at him. And she so loved the way he moved. Every step he took was grace in motion, like any moment he would be dancing—
Staffan turned around, surprise on his gorgeous face at seeing her still stuck in the same place. “Baby?”
“Sorry.” She hurried after him. Mortifying Modoc sucker. She had actually spaced out at the sheer beauty of him. As they started walking, she asked, “How did you find me?”
He rolled his eyes. “You really think I wouldn’t be able to find my own wife?”
She turned red, her heart skipping a beat at the words even as she said in a mumbled protest, “Stop it.”
Laughing, Staffan ruffled her hair.
She bit back a sigh. These days, Staffan was either ignoring her – or treating her like a kid.
He asked after a beat, “So…how was your flight?”
“It was okay,” she said quickly.
“That’s great.” He turned to her with a frown. “But I’d really rather you didn’t travel alone again. It makes me sick with worry.”
Was that really the reason – or was it because he hadn’t wanted her to fly here…and be with him? It was hard not to think that when she remembered how he had reacted after she told him about her surprise.
“By the way, when I get there, I just want you to know I’ve booked train tickets for us to Venice. It’s going to be an overnight journey.”
And he had said—
Nothing.
Remembering the conversation made her want to sigh, but she didn’t allow herself the luxury to do so. Focus on the future, Saffi. Today was the day to save her marriage. Whatever it took, she had to find out what had made her husband change.
****
“Are you done changing?” Staffan knocked on the door of the en-suite bathroom in their cabin. Normally he would have no qualms entering without permission in hopes of finding his wife naked. But it was different now.
“Just another minute,” Saffi answered, her voice muffled. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“There’s a special wine and cheese buffet at the observation car. I thought we could check it out.” He didn’t actually give a shit about the buffet, but it was a good an excuse as any for them to avoid spending too much time together in private.
Saffi finally emerged, looking ethereal like she always did in her little black dress.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured.
“I’m glad you approve.” She turned around.
That was when he saw that her little black dress wasn’t so ordinary. Rather, he saw nothing, the dress only having a pair of spaghetti straps to hold it together at the back. It dipped so low that if he was in a mind to inch the silk down, Staffan knew he would have seen the line of his wife’s deliciously ample bottom.
Hearing Staffan mutter something in Swedish, Saffi turned to face him, asking innocently, “What’s that?” Please Lord, please let him be jealous.
Her husband asked tersely, “Aren’t you going to be cold in that dress?”
Imaginary fist-pumping inanga. She tried not to smile as she said, “Nope. I don’t feel cold at all.”
Opening the door for her, he said reluctantly, “If you’re sure…”
As they headed to the observation car, she tried to casually reach for her husband’s hand, but instead Staffan stuck his hands inside his trousers’ pockets at the exact same time.
Staffan forced himself to ignore the stricken look on Saffi’s face. This was for her own good. In time, she would understand why.
Don’t give up, Saffi. Red-faced, she told herself the words over and over as they made their way to the observation car. Fashioned with charming elegance, the fifty-seater car had walls covered in velvet damask and the floor covered in original Aubusson rugs. Vintage chandeliers hung from the ornate ceilings and in one corner, a man played classical music from a baby grand.
There were only two rows of cushions in the observation car, with each having its own window to enjoy the scenery. Saffi hurried to the back, needing the utmost privacy. “Could we sit here?”
Staffan tried not to reveal his unease at Saffi’s choice. “I think it’s better to stay here.” He stopped at the first booth he reached that was adjacent to an occupied one.
“Oh. Okay.” Saffi did her best to hide her disappointment as she walked back to where Staffan was. The cushion next to them was occupied by a woman in a business suit. Saffi studied her discreetly, trying to decide whether the other woman could be a fan of Staffan Aehrenthal.
Probably not, Saffi thought. She looked way too old and serious.
“Saffi? Window or aisle?” Staffan asked.
She experienced a moment of panic. Which position would make it easier for her to seduce Staffan? “Umm, window?”
“All right.” He stepped back so she could get to her seat.
Saffi grabbed the throw pillow as she scooted to the side, making sure Staffan had enough space to sit comfortably. When he was seated, she held her breath, waiting for him to invite her to snuggle.
Catching the expectant look on his wife’s face, he asked, “What is it?” Another stricken look, another twinge in his heart. Damn. This was hell. Hurry up and figure out the truth, Saffi. He had messed up so many times in the past when it came to her. This time, he wanted everything to be right.
Saffi wasn’t looking his way now. Her back was stiff, her gaze resolutely focused on the scenery outside. But her reflection gave her away, the way his wife’s lips trembled so badly telling him she was hurt.
His fists clenched. The urge to take her in his arms seared through him, but he forced himself to stay still. One touch – and it w
ould be all over. One touch – and they might end up hurting someone innocent, someone he was determined to protect at all costs.
Staffan heard himself ask, “Do you know what today is?”
The question startled her, and she shook her head, not trusting herself to speak just yet.
“The date really doesn’t ring a bell?”
Saffi frowned, trying to think about what could be so special… “Oh my God,” she whispered. Her head snapped towards him, her eyes wide with incredulity. “It’s the date of your concert. The one where we first met.”
The smile that broke over her face at the realization had his chest easing. He hated seeing her in pain, hated it even more when he knew he was the reason she was hurting.
“I thought women were supposed to be the ones who remembered all the important occasions,” he teased.
“It just slipped my mind…” Her heart sang. God, it was practically having a concert inside her body. She was so happy. Surely someone who remembered stuff like that couldn’t be thinking of—
She forced the thought aside and focused instead on the memories. “I think I lost my voice from so much screaming that night,” she confessed.
“Well, you were pretending to be H.”
Saffi flushed. ‘H’ was what she had impulsively chosen to call herself at that time. She had been disguising herself as one of his groupies and had even come dressed like one in hopes of catching his attention.
The flush on Saffi’s cheeks had Staffan grinning wickedly. “Do you remember what happened on the stage—” He stopped abruptly. Dammit. He shouldn’t have brought that up.
The words had Saffi holding her breath, and she felt even fainter when she saw the desire darkening Staffan’s gaze. His jaw was clenched hard, as if he was holding himself back.
