Page 62 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“Hello, Mother. Long time no see,” I said as she walked into my arms without saying anything. The dramatic display lasted a little longer than a minute until I pulled away from her. Her eyes lingered on me for a while, and then she turned to Olivia.

“Good evening, Mrs. Steele,” Olivia said, giving my mother the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face.

“Olivia Sanders,” Mom said as she held Olivia close and gave her air kisses on both sides. “Alexander’s description does absolutely nothing to justify how beautiful you really are.” My mother flashed the biggest smile just then, and Olivia’s face turned red in a few seconds.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Olivia said, staring into my mother’s eyes with adoration.

“Come on in,” Mother said as she ushered us into the large hallway that led to our grand living room.

“Holy shit! You and Sam grew up in a castle?” Olivia whispered when my mother was out of earshot. I fought the urge to laugh out loud as we walked into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready. We just have to wait for your aunt to come down,” Mother said after we sat for about ten minutes without saying anything.

My eyes quickly darted to Olivia. She looked sick with anxiety. Her eyes occasionally looked across the room, but she didn’t speak.

“Excuse us for a second. I’d love to show her my room,” I said, grabbing Olivia’s hands.

“Of course, you can. I’ll send it to you once everything is ready.”

My bedroom was right around the corner, so I walked quickly and pulled her inside. “Are you really okay, babe? You look really sick.”

“I’m sorry, Alex. I’m just overwhelmed, that’s all,” she replied, her voice low. I hugged her, kissing her soft lips for a brief moment and pulling away before I got tempted any further.

Aunt Margaret was downstairs when we appeared in the living room again. She saw Olivia and was up on her feet immediately. “Oh, wow, you’re so beautiful,” she said, smiling as she hugged Olivia tightly.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Mom ushered us to the dining hall, and dinner was served. Mother had gone all out with steak, gravy, pot roast, and a grilled chicken all set on the table.

The conversation during dinner was light-hearted, and I couldn’t have been more thankful. Mother and Aunt Margaret took turns entertaining us with stories from their college days, as well as their love life.

Olivia had relaxed after a while, laughing at their stories. I found it silly, but I couldn’t be more grateful to them right now.

We had cheesecake for dessert, and we all moved back to the living room.

“Tell me, Olivia, do you want kids?” Mother asked suddenly, causing Olivia to almost choke on a bite of cake.

“Eventually, yes. I do want to have children.” For some reason unknown to me, Olivia was smiling as she answered the question.

“How many children would you ideally want to have?” Aunt Margaret asked this time. They had their eyes on Olivia.

“Well, children can be a handful, but I can confidently raise three times of my own,” she replied, and the older women laughed calmly.

“Try five,” Mother teased. “I’ll be sure to help you if they become too much to handle.”

Olivia laughed and nodded. “We’ll take note of that,” Olivia said, still laughing.

A call came in on Mother’s phone just then, and she excused herself.

“Do you like art? I’d love to show you my collection,” Aunt Margaret, a proud art collector, suddenly said and ushered an enthusiastic Olivia out of the living room.

I went in my mother’s direction until I found her on the balcony. Her call was almost over, and she was startled to see me creeping up from behind her. Before she got a chance to say anything, I hugged her tightly from behind.

“Thank you, Mother,” I said.

She looked confused. “For what?”

“For making Olivia feel really comfortable around you tonight. It means a lot to me that you were the only one who could help her release all the nervousness she had been feeling.”

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