Page 27 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“Hey, we were both confused that day, and that’s why we acted the way we did. Let’s just put all that behind us and just restart, like that day never happened. I’m Alexander, Alexander Steele.” I stretched out my hands.

She took it and smiled. “Olivia Sanders.”

The barista returned and placed Olivia’s order on the table. Olivia picked the bread up first and took a generous bite. “Mmm, this is really good.”

“It is?” I chuckled.

She nodded at my plate. “You should try it.”

I leaned in closer to the table and took a bite. It tasted like heaven with a spicy tang. “So Olivia, mind sharing what happened with your fiancé?”

She nearly choked on her bread, and I could tell my question caught her off guard.

She took a sip of her coffee. “What? How did you know I was engaged?” Her eyes went wide with fear as she asked, and I knew she was seconds away from masking again.

“Well, yesterday you were wearing a really pretty ring on your finger, and now it’s no longer there. You don’t exactly fit the ‘going home to meet my husband’ description. You told me you were done with my kind of men, and just now, you used past tense.”

She tilted her head to the side as she studied me. I watched as she relaxed slowly. “Are you some kind of detective?”

I smiled. “Well, I do a lot of detecting at my firm, but no, I don’t work with law enforcement.”

She grabbed a tissue and dusted her mouth. “Well, maybe you should.”

Just then, a girl walked up to us, beaming as she looked at me with her phone in her hand. I could recognize that look anywhere. My cover had been blown.

“I’m sorry to disturb you guys, but did you used to sing in a band called LynchStreet?” Excitement trailed her tiny voice. Olivia turned to me, her expectant eyes waiting for my answer.

I sighed. “Well, yes, I did—”

“Oh my gosh, Lexanda! I knew it was you. I can’t believe it. I’m literally your biggest fan. I cried when you announced thatyou were leaving, and honestly, the band hasn’t been the same without you.”

I smiled at her. She wasn’t the first person to tell me that in the exact same sequence. It’s like they were all programmed.

“Can I get a picture?” she asked.

“Sure, why not?” It was Olivia who spoke. I turned to her, shocked, as she stretched her hand out to the kid. “Here, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you so much. I really . . .” the girl trailed off as she turned to Olivia, and I sensed her mood change.

Olivia seemed to understand what had gone wrong as she retracted her hand quickly and snatched her glasses from the table.

“Wait a minute . . . you’re that gold digger who left her husband at the altar.” The girl scoffed before turning to me again. She looked like a totally different person as her gaze darkened. The mask was off.

The girl turned back to Olivia, who was now trying to conceal her face. “Is this why you left Gregory Hathaway? So you could run off with some underwater, forgotten wannabe artiste?”

I wasn’t offended by this. I was still focused on Olivia.

I wanted to help her, but I didn’t want to escalate things. A few other people had entered the shop, and I was glad they hadn’t noticed the girl’s little charade. “Oh, this is going to blow the Internet to space.” She lifted her phone.

Without a second thought, I grabbed what was left of my bread and flung it at her hand. She jumped, and her phone fell to the ground. “You fucking asshole! You’re so going to get me a new phone.” She was shouting now, and everyone stopped to look at us.

Olivia got up, and before I could stop her, she was sprinting past the entrance door. I got up quickly and grabbed my phone. Ifelt the girl’s hands on my arm. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

I turned to the girl, my glare boring straight into her eyes and making her shrink. “Get your hands off me!”

She snatched her hands away from me, and I ran outside. The street was filled with passersby. I looked left and right in search of her black jacket and long hair, but I didn’t find her.

Then, I heard a faint sob in the distance. I followed it quickly and turned into a curb to find her leaning against the wall and crying. She looked up at me and tried to run away again.

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