Drive Her Mad (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA VOL. 3) Read Online Free Page A

the rags. He kissed and told.”
    His arms tightened around her.
    “What did he say?”
    Why was it so easy for her to talk to him? She had never talked much about her heartaches except with Nusha. But now, they seemed to be just at the tip of her tongue, hovering to get out.
    They just met two days ago but she felt like she could tell him anything. Maybe because of the degree of anonymity between them.
    Giane was obviously not into Hollywood. Why would he even bother when he was a huge sports celebrity in his own right, in a field held in very high regard by people around the world.
    It was refreshing to talk to someone who did not give a shit about where she came from or what she did for a living. She couldn’t feel any judgment from him. Plus, she had never been involved with a man who trumped her financial assets by billions of miles. Her exes used to take issues with her fame and wealth, but she didn’t worry about that with Giane. No need to walk on eggshells, afraid of hurting his ego when she’d start talking about her accomplishments.
    “Where are you?” he whispered in her ear.
    She sighed, smiling. God, he was so comforting and he really wanted to know about her old, boring chestnuts? “He told them I was a fraud. That I write really passionate songs about love but I am in fact a cold fish. That…that I cannot even give a decent hand job.”
    “That idiot!” he expelled harshly she felt his chest heave violently.
    “And then my third ex also told the press after we broke up that I was just using him to write songs, that he should partake with the profit from my album.”
    “Another idiot.”
    “Then my fourth boyfriend, the one I broke up with last year…He cheated on me with Brigitte Harlowe.”
    “The triple idiot.”
    “I wouldn’t call his move stupid though. He dumped me for the highest paid actress in Hollywood. He’s become the hottest property lately. They went to the Golden Globes together and I was invited too, but I chickened out. I wasn’t prepared to see them together in person. I would have looked like the biggest loser. They’re so PDA.”
    He kissed her hair. “He’s the biggest idiot. But I’m glad he dumped you.”
    She slapped his chest. “That’s so mean!”
    “If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be having this awesome virgin in my arms right now.”
    She grinned. “Yeah, VISA card just expired, thanks to you. Now I can be a normal woman in America.”
    “VISA?”
    “Virgin, Ignorant, Sexless, Abnormal.”
    He chuckled. “Let’s replace your VISA card with…let’s see….HSBC.”
    “And what does it stand for?”
    “Horny, Sexy, Ballsy, Crazy.”
    She laughed. “That’s a good one! Lovet!”
    “Your wit is rubbing off on me.”
    “Is that bad?”
    He kissed her forehead. “No, cara . It’s good. You have no idea how people see me in my world.”
    “Hmm, I must admit, I’m not really crazy of the formulas. How do they see you?”
    He became quiet.
    Okay, a good listener but not a good sharer. She kissed his chin.
    “I’ll tell you in the shower.”
    Oh. On second thought…

    Valenna was enjoying a scalp massage from her new lover. She wondered if all Italian men were this attentive and patient. She’d never been with a man who seemed to anticipate her every need. He opened doors for her, held her elbow when they went down steps, held her hand while they walked around the chalet. He filled her glass with wine, water or whatever and even wiped her lips with a napkin once!
    She had always been independent but she discovered that a man serving her like a besotted lover was quite…addicting.
    Besotted? This man? Nah. She was just so sexually drunk she was hallucinating.
    Maybe it was just in his nature to be nice and caring to his lovers. And she couldn’t complain, really. It was so much more than she could ask for. He even paid for all her pleasure. She really felt like the most desirable woman on earth right now.
    Leisurely, she ran the soapy sponge on his