Taking Something Read Online Free

bust out an amazing record, solidify a position with Westwood and be on the next phase of my career.
    Get the girl, get the music, get the money, get the career of my dreams. It was a damn-near perfect plan.
    At least, it seemed that way at the time.

    I made it to LA and checked in at the hotel I'd be calling home for the foreseeable future—fancy little suite at one of LA's hottest high-rises, complete with a balcony. What made it even better, was that Westwood Records was footing the bill. Hollace texted me an invitation to lunch the following day just as I sat down to comb the internet for any and every detail about Sadie Sinclair I could find. I listened to her backlist and read up on her career.
    This girl truly was a product of her environment. The entire world had blown smoke up her ass since she was a freckle-faced little girl who'd sang a Madonna song on YouTube. Sure, she was cute and could carry a decent-enough tune, but there are thousands of other kids out there who could do the same thing. The difference—Sadie had been brought up to believe she was the best and her mother had been smart enough to grab on to the momentum of luck and good timing to catapult Sadie to where she was. The same mother who had taught her the song and cute little dance moves, uploaded the video, and posted it all over the internet.
    Now that her momager had secured her daughter a place in the spotlight, she was off promoting the new talk show she'd finagled and Sadie was left to her own devices.
    Like so many other child-stars with very little talent to speak of, she'd started off her whirlwind “I'm not a little girl anymore” tour by becoming a fixture at all the clubs. Hundreds of images popped up on the screen of her dancing and drinking.
    Then came the rumored pill addiction, followed by a thirty-day stint in rehab. Two broken engagements, and a DUI arrest complete with the cracked-out mugshot later, she was now striving for demure and wise beyond her years by refusing to sing the bubblegum bullshit that made her famous to begin with. Girl had issues. To say the least.
    And remember all those shady characters I mentioned before? Well they were in abundance. Some of them had bad reps. Some of them seemed like decent guys. For whatever reason, none of them seemed to stick around too long. The only thing Sadie seemed to like for sure was tattoos, good hair and a well-known name. I was two for three. I could make this work.
    But, now she was single and drug-free, and her manager was Vince Roberts—Hollace Westwood's right-hand man. He would be joining Hollace and me for lunch tomorrow, along with Sadie.
    There was one other person who seemed to pop up in the background of many of the images. Gia Grayson. Her long dark hair usually covered her face, but it didn't take much digging to find a picture of her as the perky little sidekick on Sadie's television show. She'd gone by Gianna back then and for whatever reason her career had never taken off like Sadie's had. Lucky for Gia, her former television BFF had thrown her a bone and hired her as her personal assistant.
    So, from what I could tell there were three people surrounding Sadie that I needed to impress. I'd already started working on Hollace. I just needed to get Roberts and her assistant on board. Impress the friends, impress the Sadie.
    As I dressed for lunch the next day, I made sure to pick out a short-sleeved shirt. If Sadie was into bad boys, I was going to give her what she wanted—tattoos and attitude. Lila might have said that it was a bad idea to pull at this girl's heartstrings, but evidence had shown that the quickest way to get a girl to do what you want is to give her what she wants. Or what she thinks she wants, anyway.
    This girl wanted someone to treat her like a grown-ass woman and I could do that. Not to mention, I'd spent the better part of the night staring at her photographs from countless magazine spreads and video stills. She was smoking hot. I didn't