The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my head like a drum that wouldn't stop beating. I'd just finished my set at the arena, lights flashing, fans screaming my name—Mila, Mila, Mila. My legs felt like jelly from all the dancing, and sweat was pouring down my back under this sparkly dress that stuck to me like glue. It was short, shiny, and showed off my legs and a bit of cleavage, the kind that made headlines. But right now, all I could think about was getting out of there and into the limo waiting outside.

Liam, my bodyguard, was right behind me as we pushed through the...