Three years ago, JB lost everything on his rise to being a huge star. On his way up, he was stupid enough to make one decision he'll always regret. Losing his girl, his biggest supporter, set off a chain reaction. He didn't know who he was anymore, and music was his only outlet after his heartbreak. But he only had himself to blame for it. Him and no one else. But now she's in his life again as his new PR rep. It's a surprise, but a good one, and he's desperate to win her back, no matter what it takes and who he has to fight off to get his girl back. "Got caught up," I told him. "In who?" My brows lifted. "Dave, did you just make a sexual innuendo? That might be a first. L.A.'s getting to you already." "This meeting is important, J. Focus." "I'm focused, man. Like, hyper-focused. It's all good." I patted him on the shoulder and felt the tension there. The man needed to seriously f***ing chill. He was going to stroke out if he kept this uptight and s**t. I liked Dave as an agent, and I wasn't about to start looking for a new one just because my current one had zero chill. We stepped into a large boardroom with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out towards the ocean. The lease must've been sky high here to have views like that. KT, Jett, and Seth were already seated at the table, another rep with them. He wore what I assumed to be an Armani suit in charcoal grey. Unlike Dave, he didn't look like he'd had the handle of a broomstick shoved up his a** recently. He was totally southern California, totally chill. Dave could do with a few lessons from him. "Channing Grey," the man said as he stood, sticking his hand out to shake. I hated anything too formal, but stuck my hand out anyway. "Your new PR rep will be here in a few. She's on her way up-" "Sorry, I'm late!" Shit. That voice. I'd know it anywhere. F**k me.