Having a one-night stand with one of the world's biggest rock stars was never on my agenda.
So, after it happened, I tucked it safely away with my best memories.
One and done.
Except it hasn't been one and it isn't so done.
You'd think having a rock star for a booty call would be amazing.
It is, except he's a flirty man-whore who, apparently, I can't say no to.
He infuriates me with his devilish grin, sexy sweet talk, and whispers of something more.
But I guess what makes me the maddest is that I'm beginning to have feelings for the handsome jerk.
And that's not the only problem.
If you can't trust a rock n roll man-whore with your heart, how can you trust him with a baby?
**Warning** If you read this in the presence of others, they may stare at you as you laugh, a lot. Madd Love is intended for people with a sense of humor only.
