Page 60 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

The time for me to leave was finally drawing near, and it was more nerve-racking than I’d imagined it to be, especially since it wasn’t my first time going on tour. It was probably the first onewhere I had to worry about leaving the woman of my dreams behind.

I knew I would be returning, but four months was such a long time, and I honestly did not know what would happen in that time. I had trust in Olivia, but we just started our relationship, and I could not say we had gained solid ground yet.

The past few days had felt like a true honeymoon phase. We’d spent most of the day together, trying to fit in as much quality time as we could. I was always eager to get out of meetings or work, just so we could spend as much time as we could in each other’s company.

At some point, I feared I might have been too clingy, but I guess I was lucky to have the most amazing woman as mine. She wanted me in her space as much as I wanted to be in it, and I wanted her around me all the time.

“Let’s eat. I made breakfast,” she said, urging me to get off her. She was wearing my T-shirt again, a cute habit that had developed. I didn’t mind; in fact, it was a huge turn-on for me.

I kissed the bridge of her nose. “I’ll be right behind you. I just need to wash my face.” She smiled, and I watched her walk out of the room, her hips swaying in a manner I found inviting.

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. We had a meeting in two hours, one I wished I could skip. It had been a full week of endless meetings and practice.

At some point, I felt burnt out, and the tour had not even started yet. Being at Olivia’s place proved to be an amazing stress relief. Sleeping here was easier because, naturally, I did not think about work when I was around her.

Heading to the dining area, I found Olivia had set the table with lots of slices of bacon, sausages, muffins, and a plate of omelet for me. She had made an omelet for me two days ago, and I became obsessed with it afterward.

As I sat down, she poured me a cup of black coffee, and I brought the cup close to my nose to take in the sweet aroma.

“Hmm,” I said as I placed a forkful of omelet in my mouth. Olivia smiled like she always did when I complimented her food.

“Is it really that good?” she asked, though she already knew my answer.

“It’s absolutely the best I’ve ever had.”

“Try the bacon. It’s amazing,” she urged, and I did as I was told. I loved chewy bacon strips, and Olivia knew just how to make them right.

“As expected, you’re really the best,” I said in a singsong tone, trying to eat slowly to prolong our breakfast time. Olivia had recently insisted that I take my meetings and work appointments seriously, as she didn’t want to be an excuse for me to become lazy. I understood her perspective, but sometimes, she seemed a bit too pushy about it.

“I’ll be going shopping later, so you might want to carry a spare key in case you’re back before I’m home,” she suddenly said.

I paused, holding my coffee midway as I looked in her direction.

“What are you shopping for?” I asked, a small frown on my face.

Olivia wasn’t the kind to impulse buy, preferring to stick to a strict budget. While I had offered to relieve some of her financial burdens, the thought of being dependent wasn’t something she could fathom.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten we have dinner tonight with your mom, Alex,” she replied.

I raised my eyebrow. I had genuinely forgotten about it, mainly because I had only agreed after much pressure from my mom and aunt.

“Oh, right. I still don’t understand why you need to go shopping. Whatever you have to wear, it’s fine, babe. My mom isn’t very picky,” I reassured her. She had casually mentioned needing a new outfit when I told her about having dinner with my mother, but I had taken it as a joke.

“Samantha says otherwise, and I think it would benefit me to believe my best friend more,” she said.

I couldn’t argue with that because Samanthawasactually right. Nina Steele was the most sophisticated and classy woman I knew. My mother had grown up in an equally rich family, so she had always carried herself with grace and pride. I admired that about her, but I didn’t want Olivia to feel like she had to live up to my mother’s expectations.

“All right then. If you insist on going shopping, at least let me come with you,” I suggested.

She rolled her eyes, a gesture I found insanely attractive. “On one condition: I’ll pay for whatever dress I pick.”

I sighed; her independence could be insufferable sometimes. “Fine, I won’t meddle, but you have to promise me that if you see something you really want and it seems out of your budget, then you’ll let me pay rather than changing your mind. Please, Olivia.”

“Deal,” she replied.

Breakfast was done a few minutes later, and I headed back inside the room to prepare for my meeting before she had the chance to remind me of it.

Half an hour later, I was out of the house and headed to the office. Layla had been calling me more than anyone else in the past couple of weeks with schedule reminders, cross-checking details, and various other reminders. I knew she was working hard, but I wished she’d take a minute to breathe as well.

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