*Trisha*

Here we go.

I rush into the studio, knowing I'm a few minutes late. Also, knowing Nate won't care. I've known him forever. He can be high maintenance, but lets things slide when it comes to me. Hell, he wouldn't know what to do without me. I keep him afloat. Because I love him. I'll always love Nate Hollan.

"Sorry I'm late," I rush into the room. Nate gets up and gives me his usual peck on the cheek. "The awards meeting ran late. You know how it is."

"You're good, Trish. We just got here a few minutes ago," Nate sits back down.

"Miss Moretti, Trisha . Nice to meet you." I stick out a hand for Julia to shake. I study the woman in front of me. She's beautiful. Like, drop dead gorgeous, but I have a feeling she doesn't realize it, does she? She seems timid and overwhelmed. But I know it's probably been a very long day for her. She's gonna have to get used to it, though, because every day is a long day here in L.A. She's gonna be busy. REAL busy.

"Please, call me Julia."

"So, Julia, Playboy over here hasn't started flirting with you yet, has he?" I joke, but I know Nate has. He flirts with EVERYONE. Since the very first day I met him when I was almost 19. He flirted with me day one and hasn't stopped since. Nate rolls his eyes at me like always, and I give him a little smirk.

"No, not at all!" Julia quickly replies. I can tell tell she's on edge. Oh God, she's gonna me one of those serious women who can't take a joke, isn't she?

"Oh sweetie, give him another ten minutes, and he'll be all over you in no time." I try to break the ice, and it works. Julia relaxes a little, which in return makes both me and Nate relax.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Trish," Nate pauses. "Don't forget who signs your checks." He arches an eyebrow at me, and this time it's me rolling my eyes.

"Oh Please, you'd be fucking lost without me and you know it." I retort. "Nate doesn't even know what dry-cleaner his clothes get sent to." I give Julia a little wink.

"He'd be wandering around L.A. buck naked if it weren't for me. Which to be honest, I'd pay to see." Nate knows I'm only joking but still kicks me under the table a little. I've seen Mr. Millionaire naked plenty of times ...without paying a penny.

"I'm sure you would, darlin'." Nate flirts, laughs loudly and it fills the room. It's the type of laugh that's contagious and even the two men in back glued to their phones laugh a little.

"I'm keeping my eye on you, Hollan. Behave." I warn him, but I can already see it in his eyes. He has a thing for Julia Moretti. In a way, I'm a little jealous. But I'm also hopeful. He hasn't been the same since Macy broke up with him. That one hurt. It was also around the same time I broke off my engagement to Dave. So we were both hot messes. We used each other to cope. But that's all it was. It's all it will ever be. He's my best friend.

"I don't think flirting will be a problem. There's a pretty big age gap here," Julia chimes in to the conversation a little more now.

"I prefer older women, actually." Nate blurts out, not missing a beat, and raises an eyebrow at her Julia blushes. Like noticeable It's kinda funny and cute the way she gets embarrassed so easily. I have to keep reminding myself to Julia, this is some multimillion dollar celebrity singer. To me he's just Nate. My Nate.

"So I've heard." She mumbles.

"You've done ya homework haven't ya, Princess?" Nate says. I watch the slight bantering back and forth between Julia and Nate and smile. This project will be good for him. All I want is to see him happy again.

"Ok. Ladies, lets get down to business. We get to spend all day together tomorrow." He moves the meeting along. And with that, we get down to signing forms and contracts and going over details. It took a good hour, and I could see this is overwhelming for Julia. She's not used to any of this like Nate and I are.

Once Julia leaves the room, Nate and I both sit back in our chairs and share a look.

"This is gonna be harder than I thought, isn't it?" He rubs his forehead and looks my way.

"Give her time. She's not used to any of this shit. Remember why you signed up for this. The publicity. Promote your new album. Gain fans. You wanna go on tour right?"

"Only if you're coming with me, doll." He flirts.

"You know I am. You wouldn't survive with out me." I joke and we both relax a little more.

"You look nice." Nate compliments and gives me a little grin. He's being genuine. But he's also horny as hell. He always is.

"Yeah yeah, settle down Playboy."

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*James*

"Alright, Mags. I'm off." I scruff up her fur and watch my pup curl up in her little bed. Off to my night job at the Marriott. People may say it's not a career but I like it. It's a simple job and I get a paycheck. That's all I need. What I CAN'T tell people is about the side job I have working for Paul. The 4th floor keeps us busy and the under the table pay helps take care of mom. Without Paul I'd have to get a second job on top of this one, and there's not enough time in the day to sleep if you have back to back jobs.

I head to work, wondering if this is gonna be a boring shift or an action packed shift. Little did I know, tonight would change my entire life.

It's almost nine thirty and no one is around so I lean back in my chair and grab my phone. My youngest sister Kendall is a night owl so she tends to text me a lot. Stupid stuff. funny memes and all that. Anything to keep me awake and entertained.

I put my phone down out of curiosity when a black SUV pulls up to the entrance. That's right. One of the winners of the America's Voice show is staying here. I don't watch much TV so not up to date but I know this person will be working with Nate Hollan. So security is through the roof now. To the point they requested, well, demanded, this individual stays on the 4th floor.

Part of me is a little surprised because the 4th floor is off limits to many, but part of me isn't surprised because Nate Hollan is the wealthiest most well know sonofabitch on the planet. At 30 years old. Lucky bastard.

But this isn't what changes my life. What changes my life is the woman that walks into the lobby behind security.

I stand up straight now, ready to check in the new guest that will be living here at the Marriott for at least six months, if not more.

She's beautiful. Long dark brown hair, brown eyes. She's also tiny. Maybe five feet tall if that? I'd say she's a few years younger than myself, maybe Nate Hollan's age. There's this shyness to her that I find cute.

She doesn't say a word to me and lets the security team do all the work and when she heads to the elevator behind them, she looks back at me for a moment. She catches me staring at her and smiles a little. Then her cheeks blush and I can't help but laugh and turn away.

The night I met Julia Moretti is the night my entire world got flipped upside down.

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