by Lori Ryan
The Billionaire’s Rock Star
The Sutton Billionaires Series, Book 4
Lori Ryan
Copyright 2020, Lori Ryan.
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Other Books by Lori Ryan
The Sutton Billionaires Series:
The Billionaire Deal
Reuniting with the Billionaire
The Billionaire Op
The Billionaire’s Rock Star
The Billionaire’s Navy SEAL
Falling for the Billionaire’s Daughter
The Sutton Capital Intrigue Series:
Cutthroat
Cut and Run
Cut to the Chase
The Sutton Capital on the Line Series:
Pure Vengeance
Latent Danger
The Triple Play Curse Novellas:
Game Changer
Game Maker
Game Clincher
The Heroes of Evers, TX Series:
Love and Protect
Promise and Protect
Honor and Protect (An Evers, TX Novella)
Serve and Protect
Desire and Protect
Cherish and Protect
Treasure and Protect
The Dark Falls, CO Series:
Dark Falls
Dark Burning
Dark Prison
Coming Soon – The Halo Security Series:
Dulce’s Defender
Hannah’s Hero
Shay’s Shelter
Callie’s Cover
Grace’s Guardian
Sophie’s Sentry
Sienna’s Sentinal
For the most current list of Lori’s books, visit her website: loriryanromance.com.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank my incredibly supportive husband and my kids for putting up with the madness of deadlines and rewrites. Thank you to my critique group for all of the brainstorming and reading drafts and support. You guys are absolutely fabulous!
Thank you to Patricia Thomas for editing, copyediting, and working with such tight deadlines and turn-arounds. Thank you to Bev Harrison for proofing the original version of this book and my incredibly giving team of early readers for proofing this update book.
Pam, Antje, Carol, Yvonne, Stevi, Linda, Bev S., and anyone I’m forgetting. You guys are incredible! And, thank you to all of my beta readers: Anne, Bette, Dianne, Ashley, and any others I missed. Your input and help is always appreciated more than you can know!
Author’s Note
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Chapter 1
PJ Cantrell laughed and waved her arm over her head one more time for the crowd before stepping off the stage. It would take her a few minutes to catch her breath and change into clean clothes, then she would head out to the side stage door to sign autographs.
Meeting with her fans after every show and thanking them for coming out to see her could take an hour or more, but it made the difference between a great concert and an amazing experience they wouldn’t forget. That was important to her.
Her tour manager met her backstage and immediately shuffled her toward her dressing room with more urgency than usual. Lydia was always tightly wound, but this was different.
Flanked by Lydia’s assistant—who also happened to be Lydia’s younger brother—Ellis, and PJ’s security detail, Carl and Jeff, it quickly became clear she wouldn’t be signing autographs tonight.
“What’s going on?” PJ asked, glancing over her shoulder and spotting Ellis’s concern as they rushed down the hall, not stopping for any of the people calling out to her.
He wasn’t very good at masking his feelings and he looked especially distressed tonight.
“Let’s get you to the dressing room first,” Lydia murmured as they rounded the corner.
Ellis spoke from behind her. “It’ll be all right, PJ. It’ll blow over quickly, I’m sure,” he said, earning a scowl from Lydia.
The crush Ellis had was one-sided, but he was endearing and completely devoted. PJ had already recognized his importance on her team in the six months he’d been with them, even though an outsider might not see it right away since he often seemed like all he was doing was hanging around like a lovesick lapdog.
“It’s Kurt Tolleson,” Lydia said as she pressed an iPad into PJ’s hands.
PJ groaned and rolled her eyes. “What happened? I thought the media never picked up on the fact he was still dating me when he started dating his groupie?”
Getting over the awful breakup with the lead singer of Visceral Bond last year hadn’t been easy. She hadn’t been in love with Kurt, so his betrayal had been more humiliating than hurtful, but at least it had stayed quiet at the time.
No one had known he’d actually gone straight from her bed—quite literally—into his groupie’s on a routine basis, completely fooling PJ the entire time.
Lydia was talking, but PJ wasn’t listening. All she could do was stare at the screen.
“Debra is already working on getting this taken down. By the time you wake up tomorrow, we’ll have it spun––” Lydia said.
PJ knew her manager, Debra Manning, would be in her Los Angeles office no matter how late it was, working to handle this for her. It’s what she did.
There was no way PJ could pull her eyes off the screen as she watched a reporter read an entry from PJ’s journal during an interview with Kurt Tolleson.
Her very private journal that no one should have been able to get their hands on. She heard her words, her embarrassing words about the first time they’d slept together, being read for all the world to hear.
Then her words when she found out about the breakup. How humiliated she’d felt. How ticked off she’d been when the betrayal became apparent.
All of the details about his cheating, how she’d discovered the other woman’s underpants in his pocket one night after a show, the way he’d laughed at her when she confronted him, calling her nothing more than a cheap piece of ass he could get anywhere—all of it was laid bare for the world.
She watched as Kurt flushed when they asked him about the ‘indiscretion.’ So far, the interview didn’t seem that bad. At least she came out looking better than him.
But, what really had her panicking was the fact that they had her journal—or, at the very least, parts of it. This cannot be happening. PJ swallowed hard and tried to focus on the intervi
ew on the screen.
“PJ is a really wonderful girl and is still a good friend,” he said to the camera, his arm slung around the same groupie he’d cheated with as he flat-out lied about having any kind of friendship with PJ.
He turned away from the camera and walked off, but the video kept going for several seconds. And then PJ heard it.
A mic somewhere on one of the cameras had picked up his next comment to Erika—the woman he’d left PJ for. It was fuzzy and poor quality, but the words were unmistakable. “A little needy and sort of like screwing a dead fish, but a nice girl.”
Embarrassment burned a pit in her chest. She’d been in this business a long time and was used to the constant critiquing and judging being in the spotlight brought with it. It was a part of her life the way driving a car was a part of life for most people.
That didn’t mean it stopped hurting.
“I’m sorry, PJ,” Ellis was saying.
“Enough, Ellis,” Lydia snapped. “She doesn’t need you babying her. All we have to do is spin this. Kurt and his girlfriend will come out of this looking shallow and vain while people see you as a victim of their callousness.”
PJ wasn’t sure why being a victim was any better here, but she let Lydia talk. She gave a weak smile and nod to Ellis, knowing Lydia’s biting ways often hurt him.
The woman was intense and could be difficult to deal with, but she was damn good at her job. She took care of everything for all of them on tour, and they couldn’t function without her. They all made concessions because of it.
Ellis and Lydia were both equally as devoted to PJ and her career; they simply acted on that in different ways with their very different personalities.
But, right now PJ couldn’t worry about Ellis’s feelings. Her mind whirled.
She could handle Kurt’s comments. She’d grown a thick skin in this industry, and a few embarrassing words couldn’t do very much to damage her.
But that wasn’t what had her hands shaking and her chest feeling like someone had it in a vice, twisting the breath from her body. No, it was the knowledge that someone had gotten into her private journal that sent PJ’s heart pounding.
Did they have the whole thing? Did they know everything? PJ blinked as she fought back tears. That journal could not get out.
She didn’t listen to the rest of Lydia’s plans as her mind raced back to the last time she’d written in her journal. Two nights ago, and she was absolutely positive she’d put it away when she was finished.
“I’m going back to the hotel,” she said as she handed the iPad to Ellis and grabbed her bag. She didn’t want to face anyone else. She glanced at her phone and saw several missed calls from her parents.
They might be her parents and she knew they loved her, but they’d already dealt with a lot when she was younger. Now this? Hearing about their daughter’s sex life in excruciating detail?
No. She didn’t want to talk to them right now. And, she needed to find out how bad this was. She needed to know if that journalist had the whole journal or just a piece of it.
Her bodyguards, Carl and Jeff, helped her slip out of the building and bundled her into her car. She sank into the welcoming softness of the leather seat and took a deep breath, bracing herself as Carl shut the door.
He would follow in a large SUV while Jeff sat in the front seat with her driver, Moore. Both men were silent as they pulled out of the secured parking garage and onto the city street. They had to know she was in no mood to talk to anyone after the night’s events.
When PJ’s career as one of the youngest country singers in the United States—and then one of the biggest crossover pop singers in the world—took off at the age of fifteen, she’d had a short time when she struggled with alcohol addiction and a spiraling private life, but she’d since cleaned herself up.
Now, most people said she handled the spotlight better than a lot of stars. At twenty-nine, she was better equipped to deal with the pressures than she had been at fifteen.
But, tonight had pushed those boundaries. Before the car had gone two blocks, PJ read her journal words on Facebook posts, in tweets, every site she pulled up on her iPhone. Private clips with personal details about their intimate relationship….
PJ’s hands shook as she pushed the button to engage the privacy panel between the driver’s seat and the passenger area before opening the small Coach bag she carried with her everywhere.
Swiping at her tears, she felt inside the lining of her bag, but she already knew she wouldn’t find it. The USB drive, designed to look like a tube of lipstick, was no longer tucked into the tear in the lining of her bag. It was gone.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cool seat. The precautions she’d taken with the journal should have been enough. She’d never kept her journal on paper, never kept it on her computer or stored it in a cloud drive. It didn’t take a genius to know that would have left her open to someone stealing it.
Privacy wasn’t something that existed in her world, and she knew the chances of someone finding her journal if she kept it online or on her laptop were too great. But, she never thought anyone would actually find the hidden drive.
Even if someone spotted it, they would have thought it was an old lipstick, and she’d never told anyone it was there.
She’d gotten used to keeping the journal in rehab and had never given up the habit. It was her respite, her outlet for things that couldn’t even go into her songs. Things she couldn’t tell anyone. And, now it was out there.
She tried not to panic as she thought about all that was in the journal, all of the private details that whoever had taken it would be able to sell. Lord knows, they’d probably made a ton selling the entries about Kurt to JMZ’s Celebrity News, the station that seemed to be the originating point for the Kurt Tolleson interview tonight.
How much would they get for selling it? And, did she have any hope of getting it back before they did?
PJ swiped at the rest of her tears, hoping her mascara wasn’t running down her cheeks. She gazed out the window at the traffic that kept the town car moving at a crawl as it made its way to her hotel. She’d have to call soon. It was time to warn her Aunt Susie and Uncle Brian about what might be released. They would need to be prepared.
Chapter 2
Gabe Sawyer was in as foul a mood as he’d ever been. He stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one wall of his hotel suite, providing a view of the New York City skyline that was just one of the things that made his hotels famous.
The opulence that surrounded him was nothing but the best—furnishings with rich fabrics and textures that screamed lavish and wrapped visitors in luxury and comfort. The off-white tones with deep garnet and orange accents added to the beauty of the room and matched the flowers that graced vases strategically placed throughout the suite.
His cell phone rang, drawing his attention away from the ice cubes melting in the glass of whiskey on the glass end table beside him.
Caller ID showed Jack Sutton was calling….
Gabe and Jack had been friends for years, and he was one of the few people Gabe talked to when he was in the kind of mood he was in tonight. They’d talked a lot lately, trying to figure out the next direction Gabe should take with his Grand Hotels line.
He’d built his luxury line of hotels eighteen years ago, with a large chunk of the start-up money coming from Sutton Capital, Jack’s company.
Grand Towers was his most elite line of five-star hotels with locations across the country and around the globe. Each hotel had dual towers with luxury penthouse suites in the ten-thousand-dollar per night range. He stood in one now and watched the New York skyline through his window.
After he’d made his name with the Towers, he'd ventured into executive suites for long-term stays, creating Grand Garden Suites. This was followed shortly after with Family Grand Hotels—a chain targeting families with budget-friendly pricing and family-focused destinations.
And now, he
was bored. Bored and—though he hated to admit it—done. He’d set out to do what he planned with his hotel chains: bury himself in work to forget that his family was falling apart and to create the largest chain of hotels across the country. But what now?
Where did you go when you realized your entire life had been focused on work and business? What did he do now that it just wasn’t enough? He’d even asked his friend.
Jack hadn’t had any answers for him, other than to tell him he’d help find buyers if Gabe wanted out. Well, that and to encourage Gabe to find the right girl, settle down and have kids like Jack—but Gabe had a feeling that wasn’t exactly in the cards for him.
Then again, a few years ago, who would have thought it would be for Jack?
“Hey, Jack,” he said into the phone.
“You sound like shit, Gabe.”
This brought a bark of laughter from Gabe. “Thanks, man. So nice of you not only to notice, but to point it out.”
“More of the same?” Jack asked.
“Yeah.” Gabe paused. “I think I’m done, Jack. I want out.”
The line was quiet for a minute, and he could picture his friend leaning back in his chair, his expression inscrutable.
“Good. I think that’s good,” Jack said, surprising the hell out of Gabe.
“I thought you’d tell me to wait, not to sell. That my hotels are everything to me.”