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Blurb:
A BWWM romance story. Libby, like everyone else in the country, is familiar with the hit reality TV show ‘StarGazing.’ However, she never imagined she’d come face to face with one of its stars, the charming millionaire Andrew, at her workplace.
As sparks fly between them, they devise a plan to keep their romance undercover. Yet, their love quickly becomes a hot topic! As news of their relationship spreads like wildfire, Libby is pulled into the whirlwind of reality TV drama.
Can their love withstand the relentless scrutiny of fame and the pressures of the spotlight? Or will they be torn apart by the chaos of celebrity life? Discover now in this interracial millionaire romance novel by Erica A Davis.
Chapter 1
Some days are better than others. Libby had decided that this was one of the crappier ones. To begin with, her car wouldn’t start, which had meant that the ten minute drive to work had now become a forty minutes’ walk in the pouring rain. Then half way there, the wind had blown a gale and carried off her umbrella. She ended up at the library thirty minutes late, clothes soaked in freezing cold water and with her eyeliner smudged down her face like war-paint. Grimacing, Libby looked around for Chris or Diane, her two fellow librarians and long term friends. She was annoyed to realize that neither of them was at the front desk. Not that they had any customers to see to, but one of them had the keys to the lost and found. Wearing other people’s forgotten clothes was low on the list of things Libby liked to do, but it was better than freezing her tits off for the entire day.
With the front desk empty, she checked the back office. The two of them were in there, eyes glued to the television screen.
“I see you two are hard at work,” Libby stated, removing her jacket. It was soaking, although it had sadly done nothing to protect the top below, which was also sodden and being white, see-through. The thin material now translucent, and pasted to her dark skin.
“The place is empty,” Diane shrugged nonchalantly, not removing her eyes from the television screen. “If a customer comes in they’ll ring the bell on the desk.”
“Oh and you’ll answer it?” Libby couldn’t keep the incredulity from her voice.
“No. That’s what Chris is for.” She gestured to the man sitting next to her.
Diane was a short women in her mid-twenties. She was skinny, in the way that teenage boys were, a little too lean and little too gangly for grace. Her hair was a shaggy dirty blonde that fell in a mop over her head. Nonetheless, Libby had always thought she was attractive in her own way. Her brown eyes had a twinkling, excitable quality to them, they made her face look alive and cheerful.
Libby rolled her eyes and laughed a little. “You slackers. What if someone was to stage a grand robbery, and steal all the library books, who would stop them?”
“The police?” Chris answered. Chris was a tall man, with pale skin, dark red hair and strikingly bright green eyes. “If you’re so protective of the library, why don’t you go stand out front and ‘defend it’?”
“I would defend this library with my life!” Libby laughed and took a long bow. “However, what I’m actually after right now are the keys to the lost and found.”
Diane finally turned to face her. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed Libby’s soaked body. “You look like sh*t.”
“The car broke down.”
“That’s not a surprise, your car’s a fu*king relic.” Chris added. “And your top’s see-through.”
“Forgive me for trying to increase the library’s profile by adding a little sex appeal to this place.”
“The library doesn’t need any more sex appeal, StarStruck is on.” Diane gestured up towards the television.
Starstruck was the most popular reality TV show on television at the moment. It starred a family of three brothers, their mother, Vanessa and her attempts to launch them to stardom. Not that it was all that necessary, the mother, Vanessa had been a popular fashion columnist and television presenter in her youth. She was a multi-millionaire with enough money to support her family a hundred times over. Nonetheless, the show appeared to find endless drama in the struggles of her and her three sons, bickering over women and work. Libby would have been lying if she said she hadn’t dabbled in watching it. The show did have its finer points. Namely, the ‘Tub of Truth’ which was the ‘safe room’ in the show, a bubbling Jacuzzi where the men and their mother went to confess their ‘secret feelings’. While the confessions might seem fabricated, their muscles were wet and very much real and that was certainly enough to sustain Libby’s interest.
“Have any of them been in the Tub of Truth yet?” Libby asked ringing out her jacket.
“Nope, although the previews show Andrew in the Jacuzzi after the break.”
Andrew Thompson was the quietest of the three brothers. He was tall and muscular with messy dark hair that framed darker eyes. He had an intense sort of feel to him. Libby assumed this was probably because he spoke the least out of everyone on the show. He kept to himself mostly, and was the least prevalent brother. All the viewer really knew of him was that he wanted to design clothes. Libby might have been slightly mocking of the television show, but even she couldn’t deny that this man was gorgeous.
“Alright, well hand me the keys, and I’ll try to hurry back down.”
“Oh, Libs,” Diane began, chucking her the keys. “If you don’t want to wear sweaty strangers clothes I think my ‘Star Wars’ costume is still in there.” The library had put on a ‘dress up as your favorite character’ for the local school children on world book day. Libby remembered that she, Chris and Diane, had gone as Star Wars characters. Diane and Chris hadn’t realized the film series wasn’t based on a set of books and bought three sets of Star Wars Pajamas for them to wear. Libby hadn’t wanted to spend more money on another costume and so had refrained from correcting them.
“I’m not sure I’ll fit into it man, you’re pretty skinny.” It wasn’t that Libby was overweight, usually she quite liked her body, but she had far more tit, ass, and thigh than the spindly Diane.
“Nah, it will, it’ll just be tight and sexy.”
Libby raised an eyebrow. “Who was on your shirt again?”
“Yoda.”
Libby sighed, some days really were better than others.
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The lost and found room was a small and dusty place. Cramped and hot, the aroma of sweaty socks seemed to perpetually cling to the air, no matter how many times they cleaned it. Pulling out a small foot stool, Libby groaned and began to dig about for clothes on the top shelf.
It didn’t take her long to dig out the upper half of Diane’s costume. It was a long Star Wars night shirt, with a picture of Yoda – posed for battle with his green light saber, on the front. Libby smiled as she pulled it over her head. It might not be the most professional thing she could wear to work that day, but to her surprise it (just) fit, it was dry, and hey, she liked Star Wars. She might have been twenty-six, but there was a small part of her that had always longed for adventure. To go on an epic quest, to fight evil, to save the world and be a hero. She also wanted a grand romance with a dark prince or a shining knight, either one was fine. Especially in her head, where they were played by Hugh Jackman. Sighing wistfully, she dug about on the shelves trying to find some bottoms.
After a couple of minutes of digging through old hoodies and stuffed toys she finally found the bottom half of Diane’s bed set which consisted of a pair of small bed shorts with little Yoda’s on them. They just about made it up her thighs, but they were tiny and tight, so she quickly wriggled out of them and hunted for something more fitting. While Libby’s search for bottoms ended fruitlessly, what she did find among the clothes and toys was two light sabers. Laughing, she flicked up the red one and pretended to fight with it, donning ridiculous samurai poses and making ‘showing’ noises.
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As Libby was halfway through a particularly erratic swing of her saber she heard footsteps. Libby assumed it must be Diane or Chris. They had probably come to find her and ask her to come watch Andrew reveal all in the Hot Tub of Truth. Laughing giddily she hid behind the door, preparing to jump out and leap at them with the light saber to scare them when they came in. Holding her breath, she counted down in her head, bending her legs before jumping as the door flew open.
“Hee-ya!” She propelled her weapon forwards.
“Ouch.”
Libby froze. The voice was male and distinctly unfamiliar. Cringing she looked up at the angry customer she had just struck.
Instead her eyes met an entirely different sight. Messy brown hair and almost impossibly dark eyes, a strange, amused smirk…it was him. The man from the hot tub show. Andrew Thompson.