Billionaire Rock Star

em breaking between my fingers. Another follows, then another, the sound of glass break

s putting herself first. She was a beast in bed, which probably blinded me. But I was the one making all the sacrifices, the one trying to make things work. The one with the big money, supporting her every whim. And she had expensive whims. It was a one-way street, and I was the one driving blindl

stare at my reflection in the shattered mirror across the room, at the man I've become. I'm a rock star, a heartthrob, the one women swoon over. But now, I'm just Jared, the man who was betrayed, the man in pain, the man who was too blind to see the truth. And as I sit here, surrounded by the wreckage of my life, I can't help but wonder. How did I get here? How did I let this happen? What the fuck am

with fatigue and drunkenness. I stagger toward the bedroom, the soft carpet a soothing balm beneath my feet. The massive king-size bed beckons me, offering a promise of solace and escape. I kick off my black boots and rip off my black clothes, leaving them strewn across the floor. I collapse onto the bed, the cool silk sheets a stark contrast to my feverish skin. I close my eyes, the room spinning around me in a dizzying dance. I'm drunker than I've been in a long time, but it's a welcome relief. The numbness, the fog, everything is preferable to the fury. I admit I'm fucking hu

where I now live. I can feel the vibrant pulse of Las Vegas, a city that never sleeps. A city that promises everything and keeps its secrets hidden just beneath the neon glow. My heart races with a mix of nervousness and excitement. This is it. My big break, an opportunity to prepare and learn for a role in my first film! I'm ready to dive into it all, something that could change my career forever. The limo driver opens the door for me, and as I step onto the hot asphalt, I see the famous Sapphire Club looming before me like a silent titan. The building's exterior is unders

impossibly large abstract paintings, a few exquisite sculptures of nude men and women, and a modern chandelier above it all. It screams wealth and exclusivity. What lies beyond this lobby beckons me. A hostess with a knowing smile and eyes that have seen it all guides me

What unfolds is a tableau of refined beauty. Low lighting casts a soft amber hue over Chesterfield sofas