My Cheating Amnesic Idol Mate

Ashley POV

It was an impulse decision that meant I had to follow my best friend who had a spare ticket because her other friend was sick. Her seat was one of the most expensive, almost in front of the stage. She was a huge fan, the type who buys everything related to the boy band, even seemingly useless things like paperweights. That was her biggest idol the one and only, Jayden Ronan Keller.

My worst nightmare right in front of my eyes — Oh, and also my mate and fiancé.

Of course, she did not know that last part. Nobody does, or I would not be standing in one of the front rows, still breathing. She only knew about my family and Jayden's long-standing relationship and that we often celebrated holidays together. Some media had reported about us because I was supposedly the heir to Red Moon Inc., the huge international company owned by my late grandfather, Alpha Eros Van Smith of the Red Moon Pack, and well, he was Jayden R. Keller, the personnel of the boy band "Boyz Hits Bullets aka BHB", the "Golden Man", the "Hunkiest and Sweetest" guy, the "Idol sought after by 9 different entertainment agencies", every girl's secret wet dream - yes, I had heard it all from my best friend and her friends. To be honest, it was too much information.

Actually, Jayden and I have known each other since we were kids. Both of our parents know each other, and we often go on vacations or family gatherings together. Jayden is the youngest son of Alpha Roger Keller of the Crimson Pack.

For me, he will be the boy who will always ignore me at family gatherings and pry into everything I like. He'll also be the kid who always looked the other way when Hannah and her pets bullied me from first grade until graduation.

At least that's what I thought before I saw him on stage, in person, for the first time. Suddenly, I found it hard to believe that I'd ever met him outside of the concert arena - or that I knew him at all.

His hair was freshly dyed and cut, he was probably wearing more makeup than I was, and he was probably wearing tight trousers on purpose. He moved with a grace that could only come with practice and practice and more practice, and he sang and danced with gusto, with more power than I could muster sitting down. We were both the same age, 20 years old and yet I realized that he had truly and undoubtedly reached the best times of his life. He was not a boy anymore.

And to be honest, it scared me.

When the song ended, deafening screams and thunderous applause echoed throughout the stadium. Grimacing and covering my ears, I watched as the lights on the stage quickly dimmed, obscuring the view of Jayden and the other six members. Just when I thought it was safe to