Page 13 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“Well, that isn’t reason enough for him to leave without giving you the documents. Please be patient, and if by tomorrow you haven’t received it, then call back.”

I wanted to tell her that I didn’t have until the next day, but I decided against it. “Thank you.”

“All right then,” she said before ending the call.

I turned to Samantha. “What do we do now?”

She raised her glass of wine. “I guess we’ll wait.”

My phone began to ring beside me, and I jumped before reaching for it. I paused as I looked at the caller ID before turning the phone to Samantha so she could see who was calling.

“Greg?” Samantha asked.

I nodded and held my breath, and I knew she was holding hers too.

“Answer it,” she said.

Without needing further encouragement, I accepted the call and immediately put it on loudspeaker. “Hello.”

“Look, I don’t know where the fuck you are or what kind of game you think you’re playing with me, but it’s not funny. Get your ass back here now!”

“Or what, Greg?”

“Or wha—I am your fucking husband.”

“No, Greg, I walked out before any marital vows could be made or broken. So, in case you didn’t get the memo, you’re my ex.”

“Don’t do this, Olivia. Do you know how much pressure I’m under? It’s bad press, can’t you see?”

I scoffed. “Look, I didn’t intend to throw you under the bus like this, but to be fair, I begged you for a simple wedding.”

“I’m a fucking Hathaway. Simple weddings don’t exist in my family, Olivia! Why can’t you just understand that?”

“We’re living in two different worlds, Gregory. I’m tired of being your picture-perfect partner. I want something real.”

“You know that has always been your problem. You say you want something real, but all you do is dream, and the world you claim to live in is full of fantasies and delusions. I could’ve given you everything.”

“I didn’t want everything, Greg. I wanted you!” I yelled. “Why is it so difficult for you to understand that I belong to nobody?”

I chuckled at this, feeling the noose that tightened my chest finally loosening. I was finally getting the closure I needed—a chance to speak my mind freely, a chance to say goodbye.

“The problem is, you belong to everybody. Your family, your shareholders, your golf club buddies, the entire fucking city. You belong to everybody but me, and I just couldn’t have that.”

My words were met with a long silence, thick and deafening. I waited so long for him to say something that I began to hear the thumping of my heart and soon Samantha’s, and if I had waited even longer, I might have heard his, too. But I didn’t.

“Goodbye, Greg.”

Chapter six

BILLIONAIRE KNOWS HIS BUSINESS

Alexander Steele

My Uber pulled up in front of the hotel thirty minutes later. I looked through my window to find the tall building glowing in the darkness. I picked up my suitcase and thanked the driver before stepping down from the car.

I called Layla, and she picked it up immediately. “I just got to the hotel. I trust you were able to reschedule the meeting?”

“Yes, sir. I explained to them that there were complications at the airport, which was why you could not make it. They seemed very understanding and made no complaints.”

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