Page 51 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

I shrugged. “I’d be home, probably binge-watching my favorite TV show.”

“Great! I’d love to spend time with you this evening if you would also want that.”

I smiled as soon as he asked. “Where would we be going?” I asked, unsure what to make of his little request. For all I know, I was probably the only one with the butterflies.

“Just out for drinks. We’ve both had a hectic time in the past two weeks, so I guess we could do with a few cups of alcohol,” he replied.

Nodding, I said, “Well, I guess you could pick me up this time. Samantha would be out all afternoon. She’d be back late, so I don’t think you’d get to run into her anyway.”

Alex’s eyes suddenly lost color, and I could tell my words affected him. He wasn’t on the best of terms with his sister after the whole dating scene, and things hadn’t improved since then. If there was anything I had learned from being around the Steelekids for a while, it was that they both had an awful amount of pride.

Samantha was the kind to drag out an issue for as long as she felt like it. She had once stayed a year without speaking to her mother after Mrs. Steele had successfully paid off her then-boyfriend. It took her aunt’s intervention and a forced apology from the older woman to get them back on speaking terms.

As for Alex, he didn’t like being pushed around. He wanted to always have control of the situation and would much rather try a thousand different ways to make the situation better instead of outrightly apologizing.

“That works for me. I’ll pick you up by seven o’clock then,” he said as we approached his car. He had parked some distance away from the restaurant, so we spent a great deal of time walking down here.

Alex drove me home, stopping a few yards away from the apartment, and I walked the rest of the way home. I spent the entire afternoon catching up on a book series while secretly anticipating spending time with Alex.

It was 6:55 p.m. when Alex pulled in front of the apartment. I had already gotten up earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to call him so he would not know how eager I was about tonight.

The doorbell finally rang, and I tried not to rush toward it. I opened the door ten seconds later, prepared for the Alex my eyes met.

He was wearing a wine-colored shirt with three undone buttons, giving way for me to see his chest. His well-toned arms looked like they could burst through his shirt at any moment, and I had a hard time taking my eyes off them.

His hair had a wet, curly look, indicating he had just washed, and I wished I could run my hands through it.

As he walked into the apartment, I held the door, catching a whiff of aftershave mixed with a sweet vanilla cologne. We were yet to start the night, and he already had me in a chokehold.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes briefly checking out the short green dress I had on, hugging my body in all the right places. The dress was sleeveless and revealed a lot of my upper chest, where Alex’s eyes were now focused.

“Yeah, I’ll grab my purse, and we’ll go.” He waited as I rushed into my room to get my little brown purse, and we headed out of the apartment.

The ride to the club was brief but felt tense and longer. I struggled to keep my eyes away from him, fighting the overwhelming urge to bury my head in his neck.

I did a brief breathing exercise as soon as I got out of the car. The night was yet to start, but I was already looking forward to it.

“What would you like to drink?” Alex asked as soon as we got a reserved table.

Scanning through the drink list for something strong, I replied, “Tequila would be fine.”

He motioned to the waiter and ordered a martini for himself and a tequila for me. A loud hip-hop song played on the radio, but surprisingly, I found myself vibing to it. Our drinks eventually arrived, and we both took a shot at the same time. The hotness of the tequila pinched my tongue a little until it rested in my throat. Sharp as it tasted, I needed something to ease the tension I was feeling right now.

“Have I told you just how stunning you look tonight?” Alex asked after a few glasses of martini.

I wasn’t quite sober myself, so I shook my head. “You haven’t, but I’d love to hear it,” I replied, my head leaning toward his face. He looked even better up close, or was it the alcohol?

“You’re a fucking stunner, Olivia,” he said and smiled, revealing a perfect set of pearly whites. He was staring at me, his eyes traveling down my skin and coming back to my eyes again.

Feeling courageous due to the effect of a few tequila shots, I held his jaw and leaned forward, unsure what to say. The music suddenly changed, and one of Alex’s songs started to play, one of my favorite songs.

Alex’s face lit up when I smiled. “Let’s dance, shall we?” he asked, standing up and holding his hand out to me. I took his hand, and he led me to the dance floor.

We began dancing, starting off with a fast pace in sync with the music, and then we slowed down when a different tune started playing. The song being played was quite sensual, so I was caught off guard when he pulled me close and grabbed one of my thighs.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his eyes holding mine.

I wanted to look away, but my eyes seemed like they had a mind of their own. I nodded, trying not to think too much about the question. My hands stayed around his neck as I held onto him, allowing my waist to move slowly to the rhythm of the song.

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