In a matter of days, I kick my cheating fiancé to the curb and have a one-night stand with the hottest up-and-coming rock star I've ever laid eyes on. Now all of my carefully laid plans are about to go up in smoke. 
It all started on a night out with my best friend, Birdy when I wound up kissing Griffin Maxwell, the lead singer for Crushed Velvet.
Griffin is arrogant, probably because he was born a billionaire. He's also gorgeous, kind, fun to talk to, and can do more than sing with his sexy mouth.
Our night together was supposed to be a one-time thing. I don't do musicians. Except for that one time. When I did him. But no more.
Despite my promise, it keeps happening. And just when I think I'm ready to give in and let myself fall for him, my best friend is accused of murder.
Now, I'll do anything to help Birdy get out of jail. That includes setting aside my job hunt, and… yeah, even my rules. Because it's going to take a whole lot more than the law to get Birdy out of this.
Now, I may do him. I may even date him. But I definitely won't fall in love.
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Traitorous Heart is created by Breena Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Traitorous Heart

I was feeling good and wanted the feeling to continue, but I also needed some fresh air and to cool off. Griffin got me hot. That definitely wasn’t part of my plan. “I’m going outside. Want to come?” Infinity had a great outdoor lounge with an amazing view of the city. I wanted to go out for just a few minutes and get back before Griffin’s next set.


“Go ahead. I’ll stay and wait for the drinks.” Birdy waved me away.


It took me a while to get through the crowds of people. A few men asked me to dance, but I kindly declined and kept going. As I passed the dance floor, I came to a cluster of overstuffed chairs placed together to allow for conversation. I couldn’t help but notice a loud woman sitting on a man’s lap. I was about to look away when the woman moved her long blonde hair to the side, revealing the face of the man whose lap she sat on.


Chapter 8: My Fiancé Sucks