Extremely Famous: Book 3
Sydney Tannen has been living in denial for the last twelve years. Now that she’s making a life with Drew Forrester, hiding from her past is no longer an option.
An emotional reunion with her very famous father brings Sydney a peaceful feeling that she hasn’t experienced in a long time. Her contentment vanishes quickly with a single phone call. When Sydney finds out that Drew is keeping something huge from her, she throws herself into work to avoid facing the problem.
The stress of Drew’s secret, combined with twelve years of carefully constructed denial, comes crashing down spectacularly and Sydney ends up in a hopeless place, alone and afraid. Can she accept her past and face the future? Or is it easier to remain in the dark?
***You must read Relatively Famous and Absolutely Famous first***
“Hey gorgeous, are you ready?” Drew startles me by whispering in my ear. I was too busy thinking of ways to tell him that I saw Adam today and didn’t notice that Drew was standing right next to me. Burning heat rushes to my face in what I’m certain is an obvious blush. Likely the result of feeling guilty for where my mind was wandering. When Drew slips his arms around me and pulls me up against his bare chest, everything I wanted to say flies right out of my head.
“Hey you. Back to your day job of making women faint?” I ask. He leans down and I let him kiss me in front of all of the people left in the studio, something I normally don’t allow. There are so few things we’ve managed to keep private, and I’d like to keep them that way. As much as I grew up in the public eye, I’ve come to loathe having people look at me. Especially doing something as intimate as kissing someone I love.
“I’m only interested if I make you faint,” he whispers in my ear, then takes my hand and leads me back to his dressing room to get changed, leaving jealous women in our wake. He pulls me in and shuts the door behind us. Before I can take two steps into the room, Drew darts out and blocks my path. Face to face with his perfectly sculpted chest, I suck in a breath and press my thighs together in an attempt to stop my body from responding.
“Well?” His smoldering eyes are looking me up and down as if he wants to spend all night making out.
“Well what?” I croak, barely able to make a sound when he’s looking at me like that.
He cups the back of my neck with his large warm hand and leans in. “Do I make you faint?”