All About The Tempo (BWWM, Celebrity, Billionaire, Pregnancy) by Tamara Adams

behind her, practically at her heels. The light was changing and she took a chance, dashing right in front of traffic. He screamed behind her but she kept going, weaving through the crowded streets of lower Manhattan.
                  It was over.
                  She'd been a fool.
                  She told herself that at least she hadn't given him her purity. But the truth was she'd done something much, much worse.
                  She'd given him her heart.

10.
     
     
     
     
                  Justin stared at his phone. He'd called Cerise a dozen times, sent a dozen texts. He'd sent flowers chocolate, gifts. He'd more or less begged Cerise to listen to him.
                  To let him explain.
                  But she was ignoring him.
                  In fact, the only communication they'd had was the box that arrived with her jacket and backpack. The ones he'd given her. There was a simply gold bracelet and a pair of warm boots as well.
                  All the things he'd gotten her since they met.
                  There was a piece of paper lying on top. It said three simple words. Three words that cut him like a knife.
                  "Leave me alone."
                  He'd stopped contacting her immediately. He'd stopped doing everything else too. No gym, no work, no nothing. He was too devastated.
                  He was berating himself for not warning her about Jackie and her stalkerish behavior. He was berating himself for not getting a order of protection against Jackie when she'd become fixated on him after one mediocre night together.
                  But mostly he just missed Cerise.
                  How she had gotten under his skin so fast, he had no idea. But she was in there and she wasn't going anywhere.
                  He had to get her back.
                  He just didn't know how.
                  It was his mother who finally clued him in.
                  'If she's as good as you say son, you're going to have to pull out all the stops.'
                  'What do you mean mom?'
                  'Trick her.'
                  For the first time in a week he'd laughed. It was a hollow, empty sound, but it was better than nothing. Then he and his mother had hatched up a plan and put it into motion. And today, it was happening.
                  He'd had to get the rep from his label, the sound engineer and his manager involved. But he'd done it. And he'd finally reported Jackie to the cops and hired a security team, just to keep her away while he waited for the order of protection to become final.
                  He sat in the darkness of the recording studio waiting. They'd called Cerise and told her that her parts needed to be rerecorded and that the rest of the tracks she'd agreed to play for needed to be done now. She was prepared to be here all day. She'd signed a contract so she really didn't have a choice.
                  She'd also been promised that Justin would not be in attendance.
                  His breath caught in his chest when she walked in.
                  She was not wearing a coat, which infuriated him. It was freezing out. And she had the checks from the label and from the video production house.
                  Of course, they'd told him she had yet to cash those as well.
                  Cerise looked so beautiful to him. And so sad. He watched in silence as they put her through her paces. They ordered in for lunch, and his stomach lurched when he watched her eat. She ate like she was starving when she thought no one was looking.
                  She looked far too thin.
                  She barely said a word to anyone. As much as he