I've been clean for months but my record company's not satisfied. Apparently it isn't enough to only kick a heroin addiction—they're insisting that I find a girlfriend as well. If I don't they pull Dirtshine's massive record deal. It's supposed to show that I've changed my ways that I've turned over a new leaf all that rubbish. But I've had it with suit-wearing wankers telling me what I'm to do so I'm on the verge of telling them to go f*ck themselves.<br><br>And then she shows up.<br><br>Marisol locks me out of my own concert by accident. She's wearing a suit at a rock show searching for her lost law school textbook has no idea who I am and for the first time in years I'm hooked.<br><br>She's smart driven and utterly gorgeous. The sort of girl who earnestly believes in following the rules and hates when others don't. I'm a huge rock star recovering addict and general f*ckup.<br> <br>Our relationship is for show and that's all. But with every smile every laugh and every breathtaking glance at her curves I want her more.<br><br>Two months is all we agreed to. But it's never going to be enough.<br><br>Contains mature themes.
