Page 25 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“When and where should we meet then?” His voice was easier. I felt warmth spread in my chest.

“If you’re free after today, I’ll send you the address.”

“All right, I am. Free, that is.”

“Great, I’ll send it now.”

He hummed his response, and I ended the call. A smile crept across my face as I lowered the phone from my ear and tapped the message icon under his number.

I caught a glimpse of the ring on my finger and paused. I took a deep breath before dropping my phone and stretching my arm so I could take a good look at the ring. It was a pretty ring. I could still remember the mixed emotions that coursed through my veins when Greg slipped it on my finger.

I’d known, from that very moment, that I’d made a mistake. Everything seemed a bit rushed, and I was still skeptical about his feelings for me, but I accepted it. I thought I’d get over it eventually.

I pulled the ring off my finger, making a mental note to visit a pawnshop on my way to meet Sam’s brother. I slipped the ring into my purse and picked up my phone again.

Well, I guess I did eventually get over it.

Chapter ten

BEGINNING OF RELATIONSHIP

Alexander Steele

After walking out of Sam’s house that afternoon, I couldn’t concentrate. At first, I thought it was because of the anger churning in my chest, so I found the nearest to numb my emotions with a drink.

I was already in my third mug of beer when I realized that I’d been looking at the TV screen, trying to watch the match that was playing, but I still couldn’t focus. I was no longer angry, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman from Sam’s house.

I’ve always been good at reading people. It’s why it was easy for me to take over my dad’s company after his passing and grow it to its current state. At first, people didn’t believe in me, and who could blame them?

After I finished my master’s, I opted not to attend business school, instead pursuing my dream of becoming a singer. Istarted a little band, gained significant popularity, and, for the longest time, that’s how people knew me—Lexanda from LynchStreet. So it was crazy to think that someone like that would be able to handle a multi-million-dollar company, but my dad had entrusted it to me, and there was no changing that.

But aside from my degree in business administration and my charming good looks, what really allowed me to grow as a businessperson was my ability to see beyond the mask.

Everyone wears a mask; seldom do people reveal their true thoughts.

However, the lady was different. She didn’t have a mask, but she was trying to wear one, failing miserably. People like her are those who have gone through the deepest depths of pain and still survived.

So even though I was pissed off at her little outburst at Sam’s place, I could sense that she was simply struggling to wear a mask she’d forged last minute. Because she felt that was the only way to protect herself from the pain again.

I didn’t know shit about her. Heck, I didn’t even know her name. But the reason I couldn’t concentrate was because I felt bad for leaving her alone there even after this.

I felt a sudden urge to go back to Sam’s house and pull the lady into a hug, reassuring her that she was safe and didn’t need to wear a mask. There are only very few people on this earth who don’t wear masks, and she was one of them.

And we need to protect one another.

I shook my head as I brought the mug to my lips and took a generous gulp. What the fuck was I even thinking? It was probably the beer making me think such stupid things.

She had slapped me, insulted me, and made it uncomfortable for me to be in my own sister’s house, and now I was here having a fucking monologue. The last thing I needed was to ever see her again.

And if I did, it wouldn’t be to hug her.

I took one last angry swig before pulling out some money from my wallet and slamming it on the table. I picked up my phone to book an Uber when it suddenly began to ring.

It was an unknown number. I answered the call and brought it to my ears.

“Ridiculously tight wedding dress. I’m not letting it go to waste.” I was shocked at how I had already become familiar with the voice. I heard Sam laugh in the background, and I was certain who it was.

I contemplated ending the call and blocking the number. Whatever she had to say, I didn’t want to hear. But I didn’t do that. I couldn’t. I sighed in surrender as I brought the phone back to my ear.

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