Page 19 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

I was already expecting an extra person, so I wasn’t surprised when I turned on my seat and met a tall figure standing behind the much shorter Sam. Then I found his face.

I could spot that blond hair and those bright green eyes in the thickest of crowds. It was my agent. I sprung to my feet, eyes glaring wildly and teeth almost baring.

It took him a while to piece the puzzle that was my face together. I waited for him to, and when his face lit up with recognition, I was certain it was him.

In that instant, I completely disregarded the fact that he had just walked in with the owner of the house, that he was Sam’s “brother who’d just come into town.” It wasn’t the first time she had tried to hide her talking stages from me.

But right now, that was the least important shit on my mind. I allowed all the hate and anger that I had been suppressing to fester inside me before finally opening my mouth to speak.

“You motherfuck—”

Chapter eight

MORE CONFUSION

Alexander Steele

Iglanced at my watch for the fifth time, feeling the hot afternoon sun wash over me, with sweat gliding down the side of my face. I whipped a handkerchief quickly from the pocket of my jeans and dabbed it on my face.

The brown plaid sweater I was wearing made matters even worse. I looked into the main building of the restaurant Sam had chosen for us to meet up. Inside, people were eating, chatting, and laughing, seemingly unbothered by the heat that surrounded those of us who had opted to stay outside.

It was not as if I willingly chose to subject myself to this discomfort. I would have preferred to be indoors as well. On a normal day, I would not even find myself at a restaurant offering the option to dine on the patio.

However, it had been Sam’s preference since we were little kids, and considering I had not seen her in almost two years, I thought it would be good to play the role of the sweet big brother. Still, I was not sure it was going to last.

“What the hell are you doing sitting in this heat?” her voice came from behind me, and I turned sharply. She was much more prepared for the weather than I was.

Her slim frame was covered with a bright purple floral gown, her hair tied into a neat bun, and she wore remarkably few accessories. I got up and hugged her. She was shocked at my gesture at first, but eventually, she hugged me back.

I had to admit, I missed her.

“I was waiting for you. I thought you liked sitting outside,” I said as we pulled away from the hug.

“Yeah, maybe when I was sixteen and lived in a less hot city,” she deadpanned.

My face dropped. “So, you’re telling me that I’ve been sitting under this scorching sun in a sweater for nothing?”

She remained silent for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh, the one time you try to be a sweet person and it backfires on you? Aww, poor child.” She pouted as she rubbed the back of my head.

I snapped her hand away. “What was I expecting, trying to be nice to the devil incarnate.” “Aw, come on, you know you love me. Now, let’s go inside before you melt into a pulp.”

She began walking into the restaurant, and I followed her. The smell of pastries and freshly roasted meat invited us in as soon as we walked through the doors, the cold air-conditioned air serving as a balm to my burning skin.

“Now, doesn’t that feel better?” A mischievous smile crept on her lips as we settled into a booth. “Yeah, gloat all you like. I am never doing anything remotely nice for you again,” I said, snatching the menu from the table.

“Is that sulking I hear? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Amusement trailed her voice, and I knew she was having a fun time at my expense.

“You’ve grown taller since I last saw you, bulkier too.”

“Yes, yes, I am now a very handsome-looking young man. Wish I could say the same thing for you.”

She scoffed. “We both know I’ve always been the better-looking one between us.”

“I would appreciate the use of past tense in that statement. What’s good here?”

She eyed me before motioning to a server. She came quickly, a smile plastered on her face as she crossed her hands in front of her. “Welcome. What would you be having?”

“I’d like two specials, please. One with less spice,” she said.

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