Page 44 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

My eyes met Olivia once again. It wasn’t hard to spot her from here, as she was literally sitting to my right, her face bright as she focused on me. My god, she’s a sight to behold.

I cleared my throat. “I’m honored to have the finest men and women of New York City, as well as the city’s most valued people, seated in this room today. I appreciate the time you’ve set aside, despite being the busiest people in this city, to gather here today for this charity event. Thank you, once again,” I expressed, and the room responded with applause.

I continued the speech as I briefed the guests on the purpose of the charity and outlined the vision for the agenda.

Twenty minutes later, I left the podium amid loud cheering and claps as I got back to my seat. Olivia gently squeezed my palms, beaming with pride as she whispered, “You did well,” into my ears.

I waited until the lights were turned off so everyone could watch a video clip that highlighted all we had done in our previous charity campaign. Then, I led Olivia out to the garden.

The garden was quite my favorite part of this remote paradise. No one ever was out here, and favorite part of it. No one evercame out here, and the air always smelt like fresh flowers. the air smelt like fresh flowers.

“Isn’t it so pretty,” Olivia remarked as we walked into the garden. The moon shone brightly, providing enough light to see Olivia’s pretty eyes clearly.

“It really is. It has been my favorite spot for a while now whenever I get the chance to come here,” I said as I led her to a bench in the garden.

The evening air was chilly, and I noticed goosebumps forming on Olivia’s bare arms, even though her face did nothing to express how she felt. She was the kind of woman you’d have to pay close attention to; otherwise, you might miss a lot of things about her.

To alleviate the chill, I took off my tuxedo jacket and placed it around her, pulling her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest as we sat in silence for a while, my heart beating faster than normal.

“You know, I had doubts about staying back in New York after Greg and I called things off,” she started to say, her eyes fixed on the moon.

“Well, what changed?” I asked, although I knew she would get to that part eventually.

“Well, I met you, and then I had Samantha, who made sure I was always okay and kept me strong. For a woman who thought her world would crumble after my life took that drastic turn, I must say the past month has been one of the best times of my life, especially since I met you.”

Cupping her face, I positioned her to look at me, staring into her bright blue eyes. Her eyes met mine as she rested her chin in my palms, and I pulled her close.

Neither of us said anything as our lips met, and I kissed her, my tongue encircling hers. Her mouth was warm, and I drew her even closer, savoring the taste.

Her arms went around my neck, and mine wrapped around her waist as she drew nearer, etching her body onto mine. She smelled so good that I moved my mouth to her neck and kissed the nape of it. A mix of lavender and honey filled my lungs, and I inhaled deeply to immerse myself in the fragrance.

She let out a soft gasp as my tongue trailed her neck, holding onto me tightly. Suddenly, we heard the rustling of dry leaves from behind us, prompting Olivia to pull away.

“We probably should head back inside now,” she suggested, tucking an invisible strand of hair behind her ears. Before I could respond, she was already on her feet, so I followed after her. I wondered about the source of the noise, wishing I could snap its neck for ruining such an incredible moment.

Olivia looked flushed as we entered the bright hall, and I could feel my cheeks burning as well. Just in time, we walked in to join the waltz dance, and I pulled her hands just before she got to her seat.

“It would be a crime if I don’t ask you to dance with me,” I remarked as I stretched my hands toward her.

She smiled and placed her hands in mine, allowing me to pull her up and lead her to the dance floor. “I don’t know how to dance, especially not the waltz,” she admitted, glancing around to observe the other couples dancing.

“Well then, follow my lead and place the tips of your feet on mine,” I instructed.

She did as I said, placing her hands on my shoulders. My hands naturally went to her waist, and we started to move slowly, matching the rhythm of the music.

After a few moments, Olivia seemed to have gotten the hang of it, twirling around in my arms, her face bright and relaxed. I could watch her be like this all night.

The dance went on for twenty minutes more until the first music stopped. Falling short of breath, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I’ll be back shortly. I need the restroom.”

I nodded and watched her exit the hall in a hurry. Some ladies had been sitting behind us, their eyes on our table all night—well, mostly on me—and I could tell they were fans because they had my merch from last year.

As soon as I returned to my seat, I felt their eyes piercing at me, although I tried to ignore it.

“Isn’t that the runaway bride girl that left Gregory Hathaway at the altar a few months ago?” one of them, a blonde woman, asked the rest of the table.

“Right! I wondered why she looked familiar. What is she doing with Alex at an event like this?” another woman with a short red pixie cut chimed in.

I could tell the gossip was purposely done for me to hear, as they knew they were within earshot. I chose to ignore it, although I could clearly hear all of it.

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