Page 6 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“Yes, Derek, I can see that,” I said and reached for my suitcase as he got out of the car and hurried over to my door, pulling it open as I stepped out.

I looked around and noticed the sun setting slowly as evening descended over the sky. I lifted my wrist and peered down at my watch. There wasn’t much time left. Adjusting my jacket and dusting it off, I walked into the airport.

Chapter three

FIRST ENCOUNTER

Olivia Sanders

Istood just at my room door, my eyes resting languidly on the huge white fabric that lay sprawled on my bed, the red sheets making the white gown pop even more. It was a really pretty dress, but it wasn’t mine.

It never was.

I took one last look at my room, memories flooding into my mind, leaving tears stinging my eyes. I fought back the urge to cry. There was no time to show weakness now. I had made my decision, and I did not regret it.

My phone chimed in my jacket pocket, jerking me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out quickly and read the message from Samantha.

After I asked her to leave the dressing room, I sent her a text giving her the details of my plan and asking her to stall for me alittle so I had enough time to change and leave before Greg came knocking at my door.

I expected her full support, but I was still surprised when she replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

Sam: Greg knows. He’s pissed, and I think he sent his bodyguard to look for you. Everyone else is still confused.

I sighed as I returned my phone to my pocket and reached for the handle of my suitcase. It was exactly as I’d expected. Greg would be the first to question my delay and figure out my absence.

With his fame at stake, he would try to play it cool while sending Trench to come get me quickly. God, I hated that six-foot mass of rubbish, and I knew he hated me too. He made it clear to me on several occasions that he didn’t find me suitable for his boss, and each time, I wondered why he was delusional enough to think his opinion mattered.

But now, my escape plan was banking on that very opinion. Because it meant he would not be in a hurry to find me, giving me enough time to make it to the airport. I pulled out my phone and checked if I’d received any messages from my agent.

Nothing, I groaned as I tapped my feet on the floor impatiently. I shook my head and headed downstairs as an idea popped into my head.

I had been planning my escape for over a week now, but the original plan was supposed to take place after the wedding to reduce the publicity and embarrassment.

But standing in that wedding gown earlier and listening to Samantha talk made me change my mind. If I allowed the wedding to happen, I would only be sabotaging myself. And then, I’d remain caged in Greg’s grasp till he decided he was done with me. I had to seize my opportunity immediately.

The original plan involved my agent handling my passport and other legal documents. He would call me when they were ready,and we would meet at a coffee shop downtown where he would provide me with the documents and a new phone. I had only seen him once and I hoped I would remember his face. I had

taken his number from a YouTube-recommended site. . He was a teenage boy to my surprise, and even if then I had only needed it for a vacation.

It was easy to trust him. He was easy-going, but I was desperate, and he sounded legitimate after our first conversation, so I didn’t think twice before paying him in full. However, now, as I stood at my door, anxiously waiting for my phone to chime, I began to think back on why that might have been a bad idea.

My heart raced as I thought of the possibility of being duped by some teenager online. If that was the case, then that meant I was fucked.

I had nowhere else to go, and my time was running out. If I remained there, Trench would eventually come knocking, and it would be game over for me.

I groaned as I grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. I was going to go to the coffee shop, and if the agent didn’t eventually come, I’d at least be in a safe place where I could reevaluate my plans.

Just as I stepped out, my phone began to ring. I reached for it faster than I could blink, my heart racing as I picked up the call and answered, “Yes?”

“Change of plans. I won’t be able to make it to the coffee shop on time,” he said.

“Where would we meet then?” I asked.

“At the airport. It’s risky, so I need you to listen very carefully,” he replied.

My chest swelled, and I felt my hands tremble.Risky?Everything about today was risky. Meeting him would be the least of my worries. Yet I was still frightened, and the thought ofending that call and getting back into my gown crossed my mind in a microsecond.

“Miss Sanders?”

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