Page 29 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“I don’t believe her.” His voice was firm.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and teary.

“She has gotten her facts from a bunch of trolls online. Some of them may not even be real people, just parody accounts. It would be silly to believe anything she said.”

I remained silent, searching for what to say and how to say it.

“But you are here, sitting right next to me and very real. If you would tell me, I will listen.”

“And why would you believe me? Just because I’m sitting next to you now?”

“Because I love my baby sister, and if she’s on your side, then I know it’s a side worth staying on.” His words were so pure and true, his eyes holding mine with such sincerity that I couldn’t help myself.

I started speaking, telling him everything—how I met Greg as a receptionist in the firm I was working in and how he visited every day after that until, finally, he was all I could think about.

I shared how he convinced me to quit my job after our third date, and by our fifth, he proposed. I explained how I had no say in the wedding arrangements because they had already been planned before he proposed.

I went on to describe how Greg started giving me almost no attention, sidelining my opinions and existence in general, only taking me out when he wanted to showcase me to his friends and partners.

I recounted how, on the eve of our wedding, his mother told me that I was worthless and the only reason she was letting me get married to her son was because I was pretty, which was good for PR. Greg stood there and said nothing.

Alexander never interrupted, never judged; he just sat there and listened till I was done. He placed his glass down and reached for my palms, holding and squeezing them.

“You are not just pretty, Olivia. You are strong, sincere, and very smart. And the fact that you did not let any man take that away from you makes you even more admirable. Anyone who says differently is blind. Greg may try to fight you with publicity and those dumb memes, but I want you to understand that you are no longer alone, Olivia. I’ll fight with you. I’ll make sure the rest of the world gets to see just how wonderful you are.”

The world seemed to move slowly as we sat there, holding onto each other with our eyes locked. I couldn’t tell if it was the wine or if I genuinely wanted to stay in that moment forever.

He leaned in closer without pausing to check my reaction, hesitating, or fumbling as his lips got closer to mine and met. I kissed him back with the same energy, parting my lips and humming as he drank me in. I felt his cold fingers on my cheeks as our kiss deepened.

He reached for my waist, pulling me closer to him, and I wrapped my hands around his neck. His scent intoxicated me as his arms wrapped around my lower waist.

He pulled away from the kiss to look at me. “I don’t know how any man would be able to let you go, but I won’t say I’m not glad.” He smiled at his joke, and I rolled my eyes as I interlocked our lips again.

I felt his palm slip beneath my shirt, his firm grip on my bare skin making me bite his lower lip. He smiled against my kiss as he ran his lips above the skin of my neck.

His warm breath tickled my skin as he looked for the perfect place to plant his lips. I ran my hand through his hair, tilting my neck so he could get better access.

His grip around my waist tightened, and he tugged me closer as his lips met the bridge between my neck and shoulder blade.

I moaned as he pressed his lips firmly on my neck and sucked tightly, a sharp pain shooting through me and fading away quickly as he continued marking me.

My hands around his neck tightened as I pulled him closer, and he kissed the spot when he was done, continuing to trail kisses up my neck and to the side of my face.

“Olivia,” he breathed, his breath hot on my ear.

“Yes?” I whispered as I bent my head to look at him. On his face was a look of rhapsody as his eyes searched mine.

“I don’t think I can help myself.” His tone was serious, a mixture of plea and demand.

“I don’t want you to.”

He reached beneath me, his hands groping my ass as he lifted us both from the couch. I planted my lips on his again as he led us up the stairs.

“Um, Olivia?”

“Yes.”

“I have no idea where to go from here.”

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