Mr. Rockstar Read Online Free PDF Page B

Tonya,” Fiona said to the blonde, as polite as ever.
    For one irrational moment, Isabelle wished her best friend were a tad less nice.
    “ And who is this?” Preston turned to Marvin, still ignoring her, the bastard.
    Marvin stared at him, not saying a word. Preston slowly lost his slick smile.
    “ Preston, Tonya, you know Isabelle,” Fiona stepped closer to Isabelle. “And this is Marvin, her boyfriend.”
    “ Boyfriend?” Preston laughed. “Yeah, right.”
    Isabelle sucked in a breath. She itched to slap him right across his sneering face.
    To her surprise, Marvin slung an around her shoulders and kissed her head. “Isabelle told me all about you, Preston.” His tone said he knew a lot more than Preston probably wanted him too. He grinned toothily at them.
    Isabelle leaned into him gratefully. He was awesome—except poor Fiona looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. My best friend doesn’t deserve this , she thought, a pang of shame shooting through her. “Why don’t we go inside and set up the favors?” she asked, trying to diffuse the tension. She truly didn’t want to wreck her friend’s wedding.
    Fiona nodded gratefully and seized at the chance to redirect the conversation. “Yes! We should totally do that.” She reached out and grabbed Isabelle’s hand, dragging her out from under Marvin’s arm. “I’ve rearranged the seating, too, so I need more help than I thought.”
    ****
    Marvin watched Isabelle and Fiona head for the building. He was about to follow them, when the blonde on Preston’s arm spoke.
    “ You look awfully familiar,” she said.
    Internally, he sighed. “We haven’t met, I would’ve remembered,” he said, trying to head off any discussion of familiarity. “I live on the west coast.” He forced a smile. “No way to just run into people when you’re on the other side of the country.”
    “ There’s no way you and Isabelle are dating,” Preston interjected. He smoothed a hand down his silk shirt. “We only broke up a few weeks ago.”
    Marvin frowned. He couldn ’t believe the guy would say that in front of his girlfriend. But then again, she was the one he cheated on Isabelle with , he mused. “What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, turning a cool look on the man.
    Preston shrugged. “Just that Isabelle isn’t exactly the kind of woman who attracts men. And you live far away.” He looked at Marvin speculatively. “I bet you live near Ian. I suppose her brother sent you here to take her to the wedding.” Preston smirked.
    The look raised Marvin ’s hackles. “Yes, Ian and I are friends. I’ve admired Isabelle for a while now.”
    “ Uh-huh,” Preston said.
    If I make it through this dinner without punching him in his asshole face, it’ll be a miracle , Marvin thought.
    “ You look like that guy, from that band,” Tonya suddenly blurted out.
    Ah shit. Marvin shook his head quickly. “Yeah, I get that a lot,” he said, noncommittal. “They say everyone has a twin.” He hoped she’d buy his lame explanation. From the look on her face, she was growing less confident that she knew him. Good.
    “ It’s a pity you live so far from Isabelle. She bakes a great chocolate cake,” Preston said, urging Tonya toward the country club. “That’s why she’s so pudgy.”
    What the—? The nerve of the man. Marvin growled under his breath. “Could’ve fooled me. I think she’s perfect, not pudgy.” He strode ahead, removing temptation from his view. He really, really wanted to deck Preston. He really did.
     
    Three hours later Marvin’s head pounded unmercifully. He’d been grinding his teeth all night. Every time Preston opened his mouth to speak, he said something offensive to Isabelle, women in general, or humanity at large. He was such an ass. He couldn’t believe Todd was still friends with the guy, because Todd was a nice person. He clearly adored Fiona. The only thing Marvin could conclude was that Todd was still