"My inspiration was her."
Mackenzie couldn't help but get angry at the thought of spending the summer with her famous brother and away from her home team.
She was 23 for God's sake.
But with her encounter with her brother's bandmate and best frien...
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No wonder why my brother moved out for this life.
Heck, I would've too given the opportunity.
"Come, I'll lead you to the entrance, Justin should be waiting for you at the door." Stevie urged, signaling for the bodyguard to grab my luggage.
I reassured him it was fine and that I was perfectly able to do it myself but he insisted.
"The four boys live here when they have time in their schedules, not touring and all that jazz." He elaborated, taking me up a walkway covered with greenery.
"Now, cover your face just in case there are some paparazzi but remember this entrance because it's the back one that we tend to use—"
"MACKI!" Justin yelled out, howling and scaring some birds away in the process.
Stevie startled back at the sight of my brother engulfing me into a hug and tackling me onto the sleek hardwood floors as we made it through the door.
"I thought—" I heaved, getting out of his grasp before flipping him over and sitting on his back, "—that we'd stop doing this a while ago." I chuckled.
