Page 17 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“What part of ‘I had business to address’ don’t you understand, Sam?”

“It is Samantha for you, stranger.”

I laughed. “Still a drama queen as always, I see. All right,Samantha.Where are you?”

Chapter seven

CONFUSION PREVAILS

Olivia Sanders

It was midday, and the sky was clear, bright blue, with golden hues of sunlight washing through it like a painting. I sat on Sam’s balcony, holding a mug of coffee, observing a bird perched on a telephone wire.

It was a picture-perfect day, the kind where you could simply sit, let the atmosphere envelop you, and enjoy your tea as it eased your muscles, leaving a smile on your face.

However, in my case, I was far from at ease, and my lips were contorted into a thin line. It’s hard to appreciate beautiful moments when you constantly feel like a fugitive on the run.

I had gotten the closure I needed with Greg, but he was an impulsive creature, and this also made him unpredictable. I was scared that if I relaxed too much, he would come after me.

I didn’t know exactly what would happen if he did. It wasn’t as though he had any right to bundle me and take me back to his mansion; I was a lot freer than I felt.

But then again, he was an impulsive creature. Besides, I was never really one to stand my ground around strong, influential men whom I thought I had once loved.

Plus, there was the fact that I had to stay under the radar and out of public sight. He had borne the brunt of the incident for the most part, but all of a sudden, before midnight that same day, the tables began to turn.

It started with a couple of random Twitter girls sharing their thoughts on the incident, and I can tell you, I hadn’t impressed them.

I didn’t exactly mind; I didn’t know them, and apparently, the rest of the world didn’t either. I knew this because way into midnight, the comments and likes on the videos were still bearable. I should’ve expected what happened next.

By morning, the Hathaways bought into the idea, and suddenly, I was all over the Internet. Somehow, people had completely ignored the fact that there was a bride who walked away fromtheGregory Hathaway, and I liked it that way. But all it took were a couple of high-end influencers to paint me scarlet red with a topping of shit brown, and my name was on the tip of everyone’s tongues.

This included radio and TV shows.

Of course, they found my social media accounts. My followers dropped like someone poked a hole into a ziplock plastic bag filled with water, but ironically, my DMs spiked. And they were not pretty.

Sam tried to keep me from going absolutely batshit crazy, explaining that the Hathaways were behind it, and the evidence was clear. I bought into the idea as a desperate attempt to console myself.

But both of us knew the truth.

The Hathaways hadn’t bought the opinions of every single person in my DMs and people’s comment sections. Just the opinions of the people popular enough to influence them.

The rest were completely free and very vulgar.

It’s not like I hadn’t expected this when I walked out of the church, leaving one of the influential men in New York City standing stupidly at the altar. But the reality of it all was still very shocking.

I raised my cup to my lips again, but the hot, dark liquid didn’t meet my lips even after I pushed my head backward and led it all the way.

I brought the cup down and peered into the empty ceramic. I groaned before pushing my feet to the ground and getting off the chair.

Samantha had left the house in the afternoon of the day before to meet her brother, who had just come into town for business. I waited for her all evening, and when she didn’t return by midnight, I called her.

“Hey!” There was blaring music in her background, and she was screaming.

“Are you at a club right now?”

“Yeah, I’m here with my brother.”

I raised my eyebrow even though I knew she couldn’t see me. “Your big brother took you to a club?”

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