Page 61 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

I arrived at the studio ten minutes before our meeting time. Layla was already in the conference room, making sure things were ready.

“Morning, Layla,” I greeted as I settled into a chair and loosened my tie a bit. Olivia always insisted on knotting my tie recently, but she always made it so tight that it felt like a choker.

“Good morning, sir. Trust your night was good?” she asked while placing files on the table in front of every chair.

“I had a good night’s sleep, but I can’t say the same for you. Seems like you haven’t slept in days.” I observed her closely. She had bulging bags under her eyes, and her face looked almost colorless. Despite my efforts to ensure my staff had enough time for themselves, Layla was a workaholic, even working on holidays.

“I did manage to sleep a few hours, but I feel good. Thanks to my coffee.” She raised her cup to demonstrate her appreciation, and I shook my head.

“You should get some proper rest after today’s meeting, Layla. Take it as an order,” I said in my most stern voice, and she remained silent.

The room started filling up with my head staff and directors, and the meeting began shortly after. This meeting served as a final check and planning session before my upcoming trip.

“Well, we finally have a date for your flight. You leave next Wednesday at nine a.m. I’ll send the itinerary details to your email. Please do well to go through it this time,” she said, and my brain paused for a minute.

Wednesday was literally five days away. Until now, the reality of this trip hadn’t dawned on me. It felt so far away, and now it was less than a week to go. So many thoughts were rummaging through my head. I felt my hands physically trembling.

“Are you all right, sir?” Layla asked after a moment, and I managed to nod. The meeting was short, thankfully, and I had to persuade the band to postpone practice for the day.

Don’t think about it, Alex,I tried to convince myself as I drove to meet Olivia at the mall. Whatever it was, I had to keep my feelings in check so that the rest of the day went well. We barely had enough time left together, and I’d rather not ruin the few moments with anxiety.

Olivia was standing outside the mall when I got there, and I pulled her into a tight embrace as soon as I got to her.

“Missed me that much?” she asked, laughing when I refused to release her.

“I always miss you,” I replied and released her a few seconds later.

I had always thought Samantha was the most indecisive girl I had ever encountered. She could never make up her mind about anything, even with little details like food. Olivia seemed to be on a different level.

While she never found it hard to decide on food or TV shows to watch, spending her money was always a challenging task. When it came down to making decisions on purchases, she suddenly paid attention to the smallest details, as if she had a phobia of spending money on the wrong things.

So, I sat in the waiting room of Zara, watching her try almost every dinner-appropriate outfit within her size. Some of them even looked really similar, but they seemed different to her for some reason.

I watched as she tried on another green dress and stood in front of me. “What do you think?” she asked again for the umpteenth time.

“It’s really beautiful. I think it matches your eyes,” I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible. It didn’t work out asshe frowned and held up a similar dress in red, asking for a comparison.

At this rate, I knew we would never leave if I kept rating outfits she’d never pick. Instead of picking one of the outfits she held, I stood up and walked to her. Taking the dresses, I placed them on the clothing rack and held her shoulders with both my hands.

“Liv, my darling, you’re really an amazing and beautiful woman. Now, I’m very much aware of all Samantha had told you about my mother, and she’s not wrong. The woman can be quite a handful.”

She sighed but held it in while I continued, “All you need is to make a remarkable first impression. What you need to keep her hooked is your amazing personality, and I don’t think that’s a problem. You’re the most lovable person I know, so I’m sure you’d be fine.”

She was quiet for a while until she looked up. “I am overthinking it, aren’t I?”

I nodded my head in agreement and kissed her cheek. “Just pick something really nice, and trust me, everything else will fall in place,” I said, and she finally agreed. A few minutes later, we were out of the store with a new dress and shoes in hand.

It was almost 7:00 p.m. when we arrived at my family’s mansion. Olivia’s hands were still trembling nervously, and no amount of reassurance from me could make her feel better. She had also been texting Sam all night, but that didn’t help either.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked as I parked my car in our family’s driveway.

“I’ll be fine. I just need a minute to catch my breath.”

“Well,” I started to say when I looked ahead to see my mom staring at us through the living room window, “you have less than a minute now because the lady’s waiting.”

Olivia looked ahead just in time to catch my mom peeking just before she left the window. Three minutes later, we finally climbed out of the car and walked to the front door.

I allowed Olivia to ring the doorbell, and we waited patiently until the door opened.

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