Page 21 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“I am not listening, Samantha. It’s just a harmless visit. Your aunt is not happy that you have not gone to visit once since you moved to New York. You are going with your brother,” she said, her tone firm.

It did not bother me; I had accepted the situation long before I got to New York. Sam, on the other hand, was not comfortable with it.

Our food came soon after, and we ate while catching up on each other. A lot had changed in two years, but I was happy that she had stayed out of trouble—at least for the most part.

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“You got a tattoo!” I screamed, my eyes still on the road as I maneuvered through the speeding cars.

It was officially my third day in New York, but I knew Sam would not have it if I told her I had to return to work, so I decided to just go along with the plan.

After lunch the day before, we had agreed it was best to visit our aunt immediately to avoid having to stay overnight, given that it was already evening by the time we were done.

We got into Sam’s red sedan and reached Aunt Margaret’s house on time. The visit was not as uneventful as I expected; I would have ignored our aunt habitually if I were the center of attention.

After listening to her attack Samantha for the first thirty minutes of our stay, I excused us both and promised to come back again before I left New York—alone. Aunt Margaret was not happy about this, but fuck did I care.

After that, I took Sam to my hotel. We changed and headed out to a club to ease the mood. The next morning, we drove back to her home, and she insisted that I meet her friend.

“It was an impulsive decision, but I don’t fully regret it. It’s a really nice tat,” Sam said.

“I can’t believe you right now,” I replied.

“Oh, pull up in front of that white house with the picket fence,” she instructed.

I obeyed her and studied the house as we got down. It was a nice, cozy-looking place with freshly painted walls.

We made our way inside, and I followed her to the sitting room. I saw a head from behind the couch; it turned, and the lady smiled at us—a pretty smile.

The smile faded immediately. Her eyes met mine, and she sprung to her feet. I tilted my head to the side as my eyes narrowed. There was no way.

She opened her mouth and started spewing the most vulgar insults I had ever heard my way, and that was when I became certain that it was her. What were the odds that I would meet the same woman who had slapped me at the airport only two days ago in my sister’s house?

I was torn between anger, hatred, and confusion. Samantha had successfully calmed her down and was now trying to clarify that I was not her agent.

What agent? I did not take time to process it. I turned quickly and walked out of the house.

“Lex! Lex!” Samantha called out as she ran after me, grabbing me before I could get into the car. “Look, there is no way I’mgoing back into that house with that woman in there,” I spat angrily.

“Oh, come on, she’s my best friend, and you’re my brother. There’s obviously been some sort of misunderstanding here, and being the only one who has heard both sides of the story, it’s my job to clear it up. So, how about you come back inside, and we’ll do just that?”

I stared at her for a moment.

“Please, Lex, I’m your sister. Are you really not going to come into my house?”

“Fine, let’s get this done with,” I grumbled before following her inside.

Sam sat me on the sofa opposite where the lady sat with her arms folded. “Now, I need to go inside and change. Try not to rip each other’s heads off while I do that, okay?” She waited for a response, and when there was none from either of us, she rolled her eyes and stepped inside. The silence lingered a little longer, and I soon grew tired of it.

I leaned closer in my seat. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I shouldn’t have grabbed you—”

“You don’t get to talk to me until Sam comes here and makes sense of all this.”

I scowled. “I’m trying to make amends here.”

“As you should, but I need to understand the situation first.”

I reeled back on my chair, visibly disgusted. “As I should?You are the one who hit me.”

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