Page 23 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“And that is why I love and respect you because you’re an honest woman who sees things for what they are, which is why I’m confident that, with time, all of this will pass. You just have to be a little patient. I’m here for you.” She pulled me into a hug.

I hugged her back quickly as I fought back a tear. We stayed like that for a moment before pulling away from each other.

“Now, let’s get this misunderstanding settled once and for all. It’s lasted too long already,” Sam said.

“All right.” I followed her down the stairs and into the sitting room. It was empty.

“Lex!” Sam called, but there was no answer.

I turned to her. “Do you think he’s in the bathroom?”

“Nope, he’s gone,” she said casually before grabbing the grocery bags she’d come in with and walking into the kitchen. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I’ll talk to him.”

“No, actually, I’d like to be the one to apologize.”

She popped her head through the kitchen door, and I watched as her odd stare slowly turned into a teasing smile. “You think my brother’s fine, don’t you?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

My face contorted into a mix of shock and disbelief. “What are you even—you know what, I’m not even going to entertain you this afternoon.” I raised my hands in surrender and walked back up the stairs.

“Admit it, you’ve got a crush on my brother! You slutty little thing,” she called out, laughing heartily.

I chuckled as I walked up the stairs. To be fair, he was a very fine man.

I walked into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. If Sam’s brother wasn’t my agent, then what the hell happened with my actual agent? He’d made no attempts to reach out to me, and his coworkers didn’t know his whereabouts either.

What if it was all one big scheme? Every time I called the company, the woman sounded way too relaxed. Wasn’t she supposed to be worried that a coworker had gone MIA all of a sudden. I was at my wits end. Max wouldn’t like that I was contacting his company but there was no way to go about this. She offered his number instead.

They were a licensed company but Max was running an illegal business on the side. I scrolled through my contact list, searching for their number. I decided against it. She was just going to tell me the same thing she’d been telling me for the past two days.

I rang the line she’d given to me instead. According to her, it was my agent’s private line. He didn’t pick. I tried the line again and again.

Finally, the line clicked. “Hello.” It was a woman’s voice, calm, but I could sense the frustration in it.

“Um, hi. I was hoping to speak with the owner of the phone.”

“Max isn’t here,” she said simply.

I paused for a moment, expecting her to give me more information. When she didn’t, I spoke, “Well, where is he?”

“In the hospital. He got into an accident two days ago on the way to the airport. It’s pretty serious.”

I bit back a gasp and cursed under my breath. “If you’re with his phone, then you’d have the other things he was with on that day, too, right?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

I bit my lower lip. It was an insensitive thing to ask, but I really needed to know. “Do you happen to be with a package, specifically some documents?”

“According to eyewitnesses, he was holding a package, but the papers went flying when he got hit.”

I’d presumed he’d been in a car when the accident happened, but he’d been hit directly. My documents were lost for good. “I’m so sorry about what happened to your . . . um . . .”

“Brother.”

“Oh, okay, I hope he gets better soon, and thank you for telling me this, really.”

“Sure. Now, please stop calling. I’m really busy.”

“Yes, I got that.” The line went flat. I flung my phone to the bed and rubbed my temples as I sighed deeply.

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