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  Hollywood Princess

  Natasha Madison

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  Contents

  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

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Hollywood Prince

  Hollywood Playboy

  Books By Natasha Madison

  Acknowledgments

  To Julie, you have been with me since day one. You are my biggest cheerleader and supporter and for that, I am eternally grateful!

  Chapter One

  Kellie

  “Kellie, Kellie, Kellie.” I hear my name being called when I walk from the car door to the building with my head down and wearing sunglasses. I used to watch Entertainment Tonight and wonder why people wore sunglasses at night until I went out one night, and the paparazzi caught me. The flash from their cameras literally blinded me, and I almost walked into the door. Now I’m a semi pro, so my sunglasses are always on when I go out, and I know that I’ll be snapped by a herd of photographers.

  Walking through the marble lobby, I smile at the security guy. “Good morning.” He doesn’t say anything; he just smiles. They always just smile. “I really wish one day they would answer me back,” I whisper to Cori beside me who just laughs. Cori, whose real name is Corina, is my personal assistant, and I’m convinced my life would be shit without her.

  “One day,” she says, pressing the elevator button. “Then again, one day he’ll get the courage, and you’ll be old and gray.”

  I laugh as I step into the elevator and press the button for the thirtieth floor. When the door opens, it’s the same marble as in the lobby, and a receptionist sits at the desk right in front of the elevators. “Hello.” I smile at her and notice the bouquet of pink roses sitting on the corner of her desk.

  “Hi, Kellie.” She smiles as she takes off her headset and stands to walk around the desk. She’s wearing a pencil skirt with a silk blouse, and here I am in my tight blue jeans with the knee torn and white silk camisole with a peach-colored duster cardigan. My strappy cream high-heeled boots make the outfit classy and sexy. “Follow me.” She heads to the back where the offices are hidden, going straight to the corner where I know the conference room is located.

  She knocks on the door and then opens it, smiling at the five guys sitting around the table. I take off my sunglasses and put them in my Hermes purse. “There she is,” Tommy, my manager, says, getting up from his seat at the head of the table and walking to me. He grabs me by my arms and brings me in for a big hug.

  It feels like just yesterday that my life changed. One night when I was waiting tables, the owner declared open mic night, and I didn’t think anything of it when I got on that stage and did an a cappella of “Hallelujah.” Someone filmed it, and the next day, it was all over Facebook. One week later, it had sixteen million views, and the offers poured in.

  I didn’t understand any of it since, deep down, I was just a country girl at heart. My parents still lived in the same house I grew up in. But that was when Tommy came in and basically made me who I am today. He’s like a big brother I never had. He mortgaged his house to finance my first album, and I was happy when it went double platinum. It was a whirlwind ride, and I was waiting for the floor to open and the dream to be over. But it just got better, if that was possible. I won my first Grammy for New Artist of the Year.

  “How are you doing? Are you good?” he asks and pulls out the chair next to his, gesturing for me to sit. I smile at him. He’s really good looking. His brown hair and matching eyes drag you in. He’s got one of the best smiles I’ve seen on a man, but he’s my manager, and that is a line I won’t cross. Besides, he’s more like a brother to me than anything else.

  “I’m good.” I look around the table at the familiar faces from his firm. “You have to come by one of these days and see the show set.” The chair next to me gets pulled out, and Cori sits down. Tommy walks over to his seat and takes his chair.

  “I will.” He smiles, entwining his hands on the table. “We have been going over the tour dates and venues, and we honestly think it’s going to be the best one yet.”

  “I’m excited.” I look around the table and see the men all smiling at me.

  “We sold out all the shows in twenty-nine minutes,” Tommy says, and my mouth hangs open. “Twenty-nine minutes, Kellie.”

  “Wow.” I look over at Cori who gives me an “I told you so” smirk.

  “But we called you here to talk about the security of the tour,” Tommy starts, and I can tell he’s a bit nervous. “We have no doubt the venues will provide amazing security, but upon speaking with the team, we think it would be best if you had full-time security. One-on-one.”

  I shake my head. “That seems extreme to me.” I look at Cori who just looks at Tommy. “I’ve never had one-on-one.”

  “I know you haven’t, but”—he looks around the table and then back at me—“with you getting all those creepy letters.” He looks down, trying to find the right words. I think back to the three they showed me a couple of weeks ago. I am not going to lie; they made the hair on my neck stand up, especially since it was just block letters cut out of magazines and no writing, but they basically all said the same. He wanted to make me his wife. I was made for him.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I shake my head. “Two hours ago, I was on stage in the middle of rehearsal. Now I’m here, and you are talking about upping my security team?”

  “Well,” Tommy says, “we feel that with everything going on, we should increase your security. Someone who can be your shadow and make sure you’re okay. Where you go, he goes type of thing. Just the other day, they apprehended someone on Tyler Beckett’s property.”

  “No.” I shake my head because this is not what I want at all. “I thought all this was taken care of?” I ask them, but a knock on the door gets my attention. I turn around and watch as the door opens slowly, or at least
in my mind it’s slow. This can’t be, I think as I stare at the man standing at the door. He’s staring at Tommy and not at me. Typical.

  “Oh, good, you guys made it.” I hear from beside me, but my eyes never move away from the one guy who pushed me away every time I fawned over him. And now he’s standing in front of me with his aviators hiding his blue eyes. The same blue eyes I’ve lost myself in so many times, hoping he would actually see me, but he never did.

  “Kellie, meet your new security detail.”

  Chapter Two

  Brian

  “Good morning, everyone.” I look up from the newspaper, watching as my boss, Hunter, walks into the room. “I hope you got rest this weekend because it’s about to get crazy.” I fold the paper closed and look around the room. Dante and Dominic, my co-workers, look up from what they are doing. Only one person is missing, and that’s Anthony, my other boss. The two of them started Watch Over Me Security six years ago. Just coming out of the military, they both got contracts to protect senators and congressmen and then slowly branched out. Now we have more celebrities than we know what to do with.

  “Okay, gentlemen.” Rachel, our office manager and tech expert, gets up from her desk and hands us all the same paper. I look down, and my stomach turns as soon as I see Kellie’s face in the corner. Kellie fucking Hudson with her megawatt smile filling her beautiful face and her long blond hair curled perfectly. I was in charge of her ten times, and each time, I had to sneak her in to see her new boyfriend. She was known as a serial dater. The press was all over her, wondering who her next boyfriend would be. When she started dating a new guy, she didn’t want anyone to know, so sneaking her in and out was my job. One time, I had a suitcase full of wigs. If the cops had pulled me over, it would have been interesting to try to explain that one. She would land, and I was tasked with making sure no one knew she was even in town. Each time was a success; no one even had an inkling.

  The minute I saw her, something pulled me to her, but she had a boyfriend, so I shut that shit down. Or tried to. But every time she was near me, my heart sped up and my hands would get clammy. And each time, I reminded myself she was off limits and, more importantly, out of my league. Her visits with her boyfriend stayed the same, but she ended up staying with him less, and during the last couple of times, she spent more time with me in my car than with her boyfriend. Then it was over. I found out when it was plastered on the cover on the celebrity rags. Someone got a tip she was dating him, and now she wasn’t.

  “Another boyfriend?” I ask sarcastically. “Great,” I mumble under my breath. Anthony finally comes into the room, excusing himself for being late. Rachel gives him the side-eye but hands him a paper. He scans it and flips the page over.

  “No,” Rachel says and clicks a button on her desk. We are in the basement of the house we work out of, and this is really her domain or, as she calls it, her playground. Numerous computer screens hang on the four walls, displaying every single traffic camera we have access to—not that the city knows. But now different pictures of Kellie fill the screens, all of which she looks beautiful in. Even the one with a hood covering her head and wearing dark sunglasses so you can’t see her green eyes. “I’m assuming everyone knows Kellie.” She flicks a button again, and now it’s the picture on the sheet. “She is going on tour; her first ever tour in five years.” I start reading her stats, but I know them all already because she made me listen to her for a whole forty-five minutes once about her astrological sign. “Ninety days around the world. She will be traveling on a private plane or a tour bus, depending on her mood and her timeframe.”

  “What does this have to do with us?” Dante asks from beside me. “Doesn’t she have her own security?”

  Rachel shakes her head. “Not really. She has a driver, but …” She swallows and flips the button, displaying a letter on the screen most likely addressed to Kellie, but all the letters on the page have been cut out of magazines. “She received this first letter two months ago.” I read the letter, which is nothing out of the ordinary, just the typical I love you celebrity letter. “Then the second one came, and it was a little bit more.” I read the second one, and it starts to get a little bit over the top. “It’s basically the same, but now, he’s mad that she’s not writing him back.”

  “Does she know?” I ask. Getting fucking angry, I put my foot on my knee. “Or is she still with her head in the clouds?”

  “Whoa,” Dominic says from beside me, laughing, “someone is cranky.”

  “She was told she got one letter, but I don’t know if they showed her the exact letter,” Hunter says. “Tommy called me yesterday, and he’s worried. This last one was delivered with one hundred long stemmed red roses, and the letter was straight and to the point.”

  “What does that mean?” I ask, rolling my neck to the right and to the left.

  “It means,” Rachel says and puts the letter on the screen, “someone is really fucking angry now.”

  I read the note.

  I saw these roses and thought of you. I saw pictures of you with another man, and it made me see red. When I finally make you mine, we’ll see if your blood is the same color as these roses.

  With Love,

  Yours Forever

  The anger in my body radiates. I’m afraid I’m going to throw something across the room, so I shut it down and start to calm my breathing first. “So now that I got everyone’s attention,” Rachel says, going to sit down, “Tommy wants her under care twenty-four seven. He wants to make sure she isn’t touched or harmed. Basically, the only time she is to be alone is when she’s on stage.”

  “Did he go to the cops?” Anthony asks, and Rachel shakes her head.

  “No, he doesn’t want to draw attention to it if it’s nothing. A lot of crazed copycats come out of the woodwork when anything like this occurs, so we want to minimize the cuckoo factor by keeping this on the down-low.”

  “Fucking idiot.” Dante says what I’m thinking. “How is she supposed to be cautious if she has no idea about the danger out there?”

  “It’s why he wants us on her twenty-four seven,” Hunter says. “Now I know it’s a shitshow to be away from home for ninety days and living out of a suitcase.”

  “Please don’t be me,” Dante starts to chant next to me, closing his eyes. “Please don’t be me.”

  “I’ll do it.” The words are out of my mouth even before I know what the fuck is going on. Heads turn toward me, and Hunter just stays quiet. “I don’t have anything going on. Might as well get paid to see the world.” I shrug to try to play it off, hoping no one can see past the bullshit excuse.

  “Then that settles it,” Anthony says, getting up from his seat. “I have a call to make.” Walking out of the room, Dominic and Dante also get up and walk out of the room.

  “I want a list of the cities we are going to,” I say, looking at Rachel, and she just nods her head. “Then I want to go city by city.”

  “Yeah, I’m already on it,” she says. “We need to cover our asses just in case. I’m going to have safe houses and a car ready in each city and also a secret escape route.”

  “We meet with them this afternoon,” Hunter says from his chair. I look at him, and he’s leaning back in his chair, watching me. “Rachel.”

  “Got it,” she says. Getting up, she walks out of the room, closing the door after her.

  “Is this going to be a problem?” Hunter asks me, and I stand here with my hands on my hips looking at him. “Something about her sets you off.”

  “Nothing about her does anything. She’s a client,” I point out, my chest rolling, “which means one thing. I’ll be the utmost professional security detail she’s ever seen.”

  “Just so we are clear on this.” Hunter stands, and I take him in. He’s a good six foot four, which is two inches taller than me. But we have the same lean, muscular body type. I am a bit bigger than him, but it’s because I’m spending more time in the gym these days. “If the situation changes …”

>   “It’s not.” My voice is tight. “Just one thing. I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep all these letters from her.”

  “I agree,” he says. “I’m going to call Tommy and let him know what we decided. The meeting is in two hours.” He walks toward the door, then opens it, leaving the room. I head back upstairs to clear my schedule for the next ninety days before it’s time for us to leave.

  We walk into the office building and make our way up to the conference room dressed in black suits and white shirts. When we approach the receptionist, she smiles at us when Hunter tells her who we are here to see. She gets up, and we follow her down the carpeted hallway until we reach a big brown door that is closed. After knocking once, she opens the door. Hunter walks in first with me right next to him.

  “Gentlemen,” Tommy says, getting up from his chair and coming over to us. He shakes Hunter’s hand first and then mine. “Great to see you again.” Tommy and I work out at the same gym. “Come in and welcome.” He gestures to the table, and I look around to see that there are eight men, but my eyes fly to Kellie, who just sits there with her mouth open. She has her hair braided to the side, and her face is free of makeup. “We were just talking about the security for the tour.” I nod when he walks to his chair and sits down. “Kellie, you know Hunter and Brian.”