The Movie Star's Flower Girl

People like Rhys Landon don't just get interested in people like me. We inhabit different ecosystems, breathe different air. He's glossy magazine covers and flashing cameras; I'm smudged dirt under the fingernails and the smell of potting soil. He's champagne and premieres; I'm lukewarm tap water and reruns of British detective shows.It doesn't compute.And yet the memory of his eyes, inches from mine, the heat radiating off him, the low murmur of his voice that felt real. Undeniably real. The electric current that zapped between us wasn't static cling. It was something else. Something potent and alarming and thrilling.Oh god. Thrilling? Am I actually thrilled by this?In the glittering chaos of fame, where every smile is scripted and every glance calculated, movie star Rhys Landon reigns supremeuntouchable, magnetic, and bored out of his mind. Enter Maya Rossi, a florist with tangled hair and a blush that betrays her every thought, delivering lilies to his penthouse door. She's invisible in a city that worships the spotlightuntil Rhys's piercing blue eyes lock onto hers, sparking a collision neither saw coming.What starts as a gamehis calculated pursuit of the shy girl who calls his lavish gifts "funereal" likespirals into something dangerously real. A chance encounter blooms into stolen kisses in ballrooms, late-night confessions on a sagging couch, and a passion that strips away their masks. But Rhys's world is a relentless storm of paparazzi flashes and studio demands, threatening to uproot Maya's quiet life. She's no match for the headlines, or so she thinksyet every touch, every whispered "Maya," pulls her deeper into his orbit.As their universes clash, secrets unravel, and the line between predator and prey blurs, one question burns: Can a man who thrives on control surrender to a love he can't script? And can a woman who's always faded into the background step into the glare beside him? The Movie Star's Flower Girl is a sultry, heart-pounding tale of desire, vulnerability, and the intoxicating risk of falling for the wrongor exactly rightperson. From floral chaos to red-carpet reckoning, this is a romance that dares to ask: When the cameras stop rolling, what's left of the star and the girl who dared to catch him?